Empty is only the warp of our tapestry, Only part of God's pattern, only the interval, Only the silence that shapes His pale music Remembered when drifting, when waking from dreams In that sleep-soddened tent where our souls Slake their thirst for the new, for the novel, And the stone still rolls down the million-year cliff From the beginning of dreams in the red heat of the plains, In the quest for safe shelter, in the consuming of carrion.... Yet if dreams hold an answer, as flowers hold fog, They must answer with song, and, if they answer, Must dance among stars, and have their own hymns Of the body and blood, and must sing them.
(The eye's iris closing in the brightening light... The body, vanishing in the whitening light... The mind -- an old man running along a beach of blue sand with a young girl riding high on his shoulders -- dissolves into a memory. The lips, pale and smiling, evaporate, and smoothed in hot sanding winds, dissolve into a line, And the eyes, gazing into the spaces between the stars, grow dim and close on the dark. Grow dim and sleep. Grow dim and sleep... Sleep through that deepening darkness that spreads beyond death.) A nimbus of night held cupped in the far stars Where fresh sunlight falls like feathers through bones. Where lost constellations have no shapes and no names, But are parts of His pattern, forgotten mandalas, While on Earth we return to the sun and the iris, The iris and sun, gleaming deep in His sleep That only rain on new leaves will lend us. Stars fading. Sun rising. Windy city.... Morning rises forever... forever... as love rises forever. We are all Awake Now. Sunlight falls on all our faces here on this shore with no name, here these blue sands here by the crimson sea. Stars above dwindle above the blade of light, and whirling shake their hair, jet ebony, in a free wind blowing East and West, clear and warm, now and forever, Hello, good-bye, I'll always love you. We hold each other here, Here in the place of God's solitude, Here in His luminous night. There are others with us. We have met them in another time. Love, for the moon is rising. Love, for the sun delays.