A Dream Closed to Shadow

Hold your heart at dawn to mine, love,

and both will defeat the light,

like a curtain swaying in the hall

against the heavy wall of noise.

I’m waiting: a blue night of dream

that cuts the thread of darkness

with the calmness of white jasmine,

spreading its scent and color endlessly.

Love—because of it, hold me to a pure moment,

to the embrace of life that beats in your breast,

with the hidden wings of a submerged swan.

So that our dream might reply

to the rocks questioning the sand,

with one key, one door, closed to shadow.