Against the Dark
Life to be understood turns into legend:
At last we recognise
The tales we always knew, of loss and finding:
I read them in your eyes.
The impossible task is finished before cockcrow,
The key turns in the door,
The withered garden flowers in the first springtime
That no-one could restore.
For what we are can only be imagined;
The story never lies:
It is our truthfulness in love it measures;
I read it in your eyes.