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THE night was a failure / but why not--?
In the darkness / with the pale dawn seething at the window / through the black frame / I could not be free, / not free myself from the past, those others-- / and our love was a confusion, / there was a horror, / you recoiled away from me.
Now, in the morning / As we sit in the sunshine on the seat by the little / shrine,
And look at the mountain-walls, / Walls of blue shadow, / And see so near at our feet in the meadow / Myriads of dandelion pappus / Bubbles ravelled in the dark green grass / Held still beneath the sunshine--
It is enough, you are near-- / The mountains are balanced, / The dandelion seeds stay half-submerged in the / grass;
You and I together / We hold them proud and blithe / On our love.
They stand upright on our love, / Everything starts from us, / We are the source.
BEUERBERG