That one to me seems equal to
the gods: whoever sits across from you, and listens closely as you speak, so sweet, and laugh, divine. In truth, it leaves my heart unmoored deep in the hiding of my chest; For every time I look at you, however briefly, still no sound escapes from me. But utterly, my tongue is shattered. Tender fires traverse under my skin, and my eyes see nothing at all, and ears hear only an endless wind. |
But Eros has scattered my wits, as wind
with fallen trees breaks into the mountain. From their hiding spots
the stars come out to shine. They flank our perfect moon, to help her give riches of light unto the earth. My love, please: let
me see your face, and let me see the grace that lives within your eyes. |