to gaze on thee is burden born,
but not in winter set.

nor yet it’s twin’s return, i fear,
or stares that won’t be met.
                                
it lies in weight of seconds rung,
small gasps in space and time,

when eye is eye, and mine is thine,
when all is intertwined.

that baff’ling fall—so bare—so brief—
that life immersed in life,

is where we lose, and where we’re found:
one nature and one strife.