This is what, when Love appears, happens to
the happy souls of Awakening’s day.
They rejoice, in a finding, made
not in their own divining, understood,
That Greater Hands, they are at work.
They were that mystery, upon a trail
filled with stones and biting wolves, but then-
Awake, awake! And conquered not they rise, abound,
Just his. Just theirs. Just you.
Singularly open to a drowning in the stars,
Mutually alive in the weaving threads of hope,
The whispers in the Dark: ‘I love you.’
-LFE, Dancing in the Dark: poems from the night hours