When we are alone

Within the inner wood

Beyond the trackless ways

In elemental sleep

Though evening towns begin to burn

As copper as chrysanthemums

And the far cities flower

Twined in a map of incandescent wires

No voice from those abounding lights

Reddens the darkness of our rendezvous.

No radio has arrows that can find us

Winged after us with aimless jealousy into the night, our screen.

In the night of my penniless Genesis

The worlds are all too old:

And cities that enchanted me

Die like the clouds, the children of the sea.

For no one finds us anymore, Beloved,

Cradled in the sounding night, the new creation

That you have made for us alone.