Truly, madly...

With the pain of her love, my heart is as the light of the serpent's eye in the presence of emerald.
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In tiefer Nacht
wenn auf dem schmalen Stege
Der Wandrer bebt

The white work
of the black heart
that makes the sky look green
has given me the blues
while lumps of snow
are melting in tulip-cups
--after Khaqani, Denise

In my dream, you dreamt of me. As if I had grasped you in a few silent moments of the universe. And then, your heart hardening, you flashed your looks somewhere else, releasing me into darkness. You said, what might be seen if mind and heart gave themselves..deeper, and deeper into the forest. Stone is a ladder. You, too, even though you wait in the dark. When you enter, you cannot know, you know.