Mere

I went to the water,
to the kissing-place,
to the tendrils for grapes
and the climbers of the river with wings

And felt your presence forever in my body,
past all worlds and awareness,
soft-winged things
moving across the every thought
of our area mirror.

Guardian from the sea--fanged dog
at the edge of your sense--
silence came in
and sculpted you here:
in your face the act of prayer
is before me.
Your tender movements
re-navigate the world,
open leaves and other forms
through the one window
of my being.

The shade of our time
is cast by light on the earth:
may it suffer our caresses completely.