sitting underneath the dome
of the contemplative sky,
this much i remember:

shy as a word without
a song
naked
when i first
thought you to be

daring as the moon
accompanied by a song.
translucency of want
leaving no marks
on the soul,
braver than any honest light,
are these words
that hauled you out
of far-flung vision
and to realness
   solely my
    own.