Twilight along the western Lost Coast,
and at the water’s edge, you were filling
little boats with precious stones and packets
of sudden joy, and you were smiling as you did
this work, which for you was always sweet delight,
and heaven saw it as the perfect ease of child-like play.
And you were carrying fondly in your tender heart
the remembrance of swirling starlight; you reflected
the happiness of those who had seen how vast worlds
could be shaped out of a brilliant thought, how they could
spawn equal measures of love and hate, and how they could
at last come undone, and yet for you it was as a mere eye blink.
You stood on the shore, then you held up both of your hands,
and when your fingers opened the ships went sailing out,
sailing with your bright light shining all around them.
And then I surfaced to watch them pass, and I knew it was you
from whence they had issued, and I wanted to be so close to you
that we could never be divided, and so I left that watery realm
and became a comet, and after circling through the galaxy
for untold centuries I returned again as a small meteor.
I dropped down at your feet, you lifted me up, now I was
in your hands, you smiled and gracefully set me down,
I grew into this man, this man looked out onto the sea,
he was home again, he strolled the beach at twilight.
He saw you, and he remembered that he could never
be apart from you, because each tear which fell
from his eyes now shone like a precious stone.
You stooped to gather them and hold them close,
because they had come home to you, and this
was how the sudden joy unfolded itself,
and it was in that precious light.