When your face
appeared over my crumpled life
at first I understood
only the poverty of what I have.
Then its particular light
on woods, on rivers, on the sea,
became my beginning in the coloured world
in which I
had not yet had my beginning.
am so frightened, I am so frightened
of the unexpected sunrise finishing,
and tears and the excitement finishing.
I don't fight it, my love is this fear.
I nourish it who can nourish nothing,
love's shipshod watchman.
Fear hems me in.
I am concious that these minutes are short
and that the colours in my eyes will vanish
when your face sets.
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