Spring 1957

You said you loved me, and the night,
The starless night, grew luminescent in my sight;
A cricket's aimless chirp, harsh-sung against the ear
Pierced my heart's shell with tenderness, unbearable to hear;
The wind, which probed ice fingers in the fissures of my soul
Was touched by God, and touching made it whole.
You said you loved me and the tumbling earth
Was still for just a heart-beat to grant me my re-birth.