it is at moments after i have dreamed
        of the rare entertainment of your eyes,
        when (being fool to fancy) i have deemed
        with your peculiar mouth my heart made wise;
        at moments when the glassy darkness holds
        the genuine apparition of your smile
        (it was through tears always)and silence moulds
        such strangeness as was mine a little while;
        moments when my once more illustrious arms
        are filled with fascination, when my breast
        wears the intolerant brightness of your charms:
        one pierced moment whiter than the rest
        -turning from the tremendous lie of sleep
        i watch the roses of the day grow deep.

if strangers meet

life begins-not poor not rich

(only aware)

kind neither

nor cruel

(only complete)

i not not you

not possible;only truthful-truthfully,once

if strangers(who

deep our most are

selves)

touch:forever

(and so to dark)