Oh beloved! In a future already made perfect,
whose grammar of hope or longing belongs to the present tense,
yet which is not of this time, but presence rendered eternal,
on the threshold of timelessness, in the un-sayable margin of death,
Oh beloved! At that instant when we approach
and the absolute purity of final, unfettered silence,
I see you standing there before me.
And on that day when all darkness is shedded,
folding in upon itself and closing like a book,
which no longer contains me, or my name,
or my aspirations, or my poems,
You reveal me-are revealing/ have-revealed / will-reveal/
will-have-revealed / will-have-been-revealing all mysteries unknown.
unknotting all threads, clarifying all confusions.
In the universal grammar of hope you are my true faith
In the yawning of this aeon,
I scry you through the evening light aslant over our hillsides.
among primroses and daffodils marshalled in suburban gardens,
Oh beloved! I hunger for the touch of your eyes kind
and your warm body upon me.