There is a swelling shadow, formlessly
Moving behind my lover's light;
Self-sustaining, feeding of itself,
Its ever-changing shape I cannot bear to see.
Moving stills of sound and light are spilling through
The projector of my mind; playing like the first time,
I am no less unprepared;
And a darkness undresses me of everything.
Don't bend my eyes to that horizon -
Rather let me fill with meaning every corner of the sky;
Eyes which may be born of believing
I could not be needed so much by anyone.
The picture whole is seldom seen
And far less understood.
I'll see only fragmentary parts
And fill the s***es as the dark deems right.
Turn me away from that horizon -
There is no too great a distance I will not stretch my eyes -
Before the shadow is perfected
By the last time;
And the last time.
Moving behind my lover's light;
Self-sustaining, feeding of itself,
Its ever-changing shape I cannot bear to see.
Moving stills of sound and light are spilling through
The projector of my mind; playing like the first time,
I am no less unprepared;
And a darkness undresses me of everything.
Don't bend my eyes to that horizon -
Rather let me fill with meaning every corner of the sky;
Eyes which may be born of believing
I could not be needed so much by anyone.
The picture whole is seldom seen
And far less understood.
I'll see only fragmentary parts
And fill the s***es as the dark deems right.
Turn me away from that horizon -
There is no too great a distance I will not stretch my eyes -
Before the shadow is perfected
By the last time;
And the last time.