When first I saw you,
In some dimly lit room,
The sun flared beyond
One fabled day, a date,
Yet to come as a child's
Ready made up dreams,
Too thrusted, open eyes,
Youth held, simples seen,
Things, pale and ordinary
Before, sought, such new
Languages of wrote night,
My eyes teared within first
Sight and those gold rains
That after fell, ever taught,
Birthing us by, baptismals
Unadultering, we in lambs
Soft threads, purely white,
Wish sun, washed worlds,
Ran singings to ourselves,
Unto new light and moon,
Graced, with simple stars,
Above, bestowing us love.