I was born anew, owner of my own darkness.

By night, Love, tie your heart to mine, and the two
together in their sleep will defeat the darkness

I want to see the thirst
inside the syllables
I want to touch the fire
in the sound:
I want to feel the darkness
of the cry. I want
words as rough
as virgin rocks.” - Verb.

By night, beloved, tie your heart to mine
and let them both in dreams defeat the darkness

Oh, beloved, and there is nothing but shadows
where you accompany me in your dreams
and tell me the hour of light.

Here I came to the very edge
where nothing at all needs saying,
everything is absorbed through weather and the sea,
and the moon swam back,
its rays all silvered,
and time and again the darkness would be broken
by the crash of a wave,
and every day on the balcony of the sea,
wings open, fire is born,
and everything is blue again like morning.