when i
contemplate her eyes
crying collecting
the image of her face
pieces of life
in broken images
filled with tears
and little specks of sunlight
in mirrors
pierce the darkness
and hope springs
from collections ofÂ
memories
an apparition
an air of unutterable stillness
a dark cold night
in the horizon of the Dead Sea
your fragile thin skin sleeps
as blood stirs between my arms
incomplete dreams awaken
slyly past forgotten
encounters in lands foreign
as this
a face resembling beauty
not less than other past faces
in other cold nights
in other lands
in other beds
no beauty less than
I dream of
at this glassy moment
in the dimness of a dim night
an apparition of a smile
not yours
awakes me
