“And all the sons of God shouted for joy”
The memory of you rinses even light.
Though clouds today add gray to sky and air,
This flash-back makes white flowers cleaner white;
I wash them in the essence of dark hair
Poured out in curling moments long ago.
A reminiscence of the laughing way
You walked then purifies the falling snow.
Nothing is cleaner gone than yesterday.
We were light, we two, in the distant past,
But light from distant points is light the same;
Forever shines clearer than the ether.
We were music, a duet, in the vast
Ravines between the spheres. I knew your name
Before the morning stars sang together.