“We grope as if we had no eyes”

Dearly asleep, my love: I fathom not; indeed, the magnitude

Of love, despite the forest. I knew not the fire: a grand event.

I was absent—standing in the center; and mother cried: “awake”;

And father sighed: “look and see”; and there she stood,

Groping gravel. I wailed—a glint of death. Something ghostly

Died; and something ghostly woke—and wrung mercy.

I knew not, and begged knowledge; and she knew not, and

Churned Wisdom. Her hand: so near to touch. Her heart: so

Scorched and beaten. The fire soared heaven; and bone rained

The compound; and such ruth, a tender oak; and such woe, a

Screeching cry; and death mourned—such beauty; and beauty

Died such death; and flame struck a spark; and my love,

Disappeared; and my love, reappeared; and time fractured; and

She reached my hand, and died emotion.