Love, say to me there is yet time

Under the waned moon and dimming heaven

To breathe, O’ even to live.

Have we known life? I ask

Sitting in a classroom I raised my hand.

Only to myself, though you saw it on my face

And there came ideas, yearning:

Thirst for what I will never know

And then I saw your face, in my mind.

How do you know another?

Lacing intricacies of experiences as small as the point on a needle

Building to grand moments

Treacherously happy years of you and I screaming

Apart and together in our life.