LOST AND FOUND

Her face is one with the face of sky,
But her eyes can speak with light for words.
Blessed by her look, a constant memory,
I lay on the grass; my eyes are blurred.

My love now hides in the blinding glow
Of endless space and sky above.
Her hair a streak in a starry row,
Her lips the dark in the blight of love.

Slow, as the tears of longing dry,
I am borne by the sense of a vast unknown.
Soaking those eyes of lazuli,
I curl in the oneness, yet alone.

The dark comes down on my lips, my face,
The dark that hides the boundless space.