BEAUTIFUL DARKNESS

As of last night I’ve touched you and I’ve felt you
unless my hand from my hand flew
unless my body flew, or what I knew:
in a manner almost new,
I’ve felt you.

Pulsing, not knowing
whether like blood or clouds I’m
fleeting
through the house on tiptoe, darkness coming
darkness cheating you ran through here shining.

You ran through my wooden house,
You opened its windows
And I felt you shake the entire night.
Daughter of the abyss silent in your
Spite so terrible so slight
That as much as everything might
Be for me it’s not
without your light.