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| Pyrenees Mountains, Jean Francois Graffand |
Veils of rain swelled the streams
to blurring, a cold front swept away
the clouds, and there rose the Milky Way,
Forked River of Heaven
lifting over the draining earth
like the handle of a basket.
Away from artificial light
night cast its spell, dark enough
that fireflies lit the beaded grass,
dark enough to count the sisters of the Pleiades,
dark enough to see the end and welcome it,
dark enough that you were beside me again,
breath-to-breath in candlelight.
Green eyes. Green eyes.
—ultimate line from a poem by Donald Hall.
