There is a swelling shadow, formlessly
Moving behind my lover's light;
Self-sustaining, feeding off itself
Its ever-changing shape I cannot bear to see

Moving stills of sound and light are spilling through
The projector of my mind; playing like the first time
I am no less unprepared;
And a darkness undresses me of everything

Don't bend my eyes to that horizon -
Rather let me fill with meaning every corner of the sky;
Eyes which may be born of believing
I could not be needed so much by anyone

The picture whole is seldom seen
And far less understood
I'll see only fragmentary parts
And fill the spaces as the dark deems right

Turn me away from that horizon
There is no too great a distance I will not stretch my eyes -
Before the shadow is perfected
By the last time;
And the last time