Let us lay under Yeat’s embroidered cloths,
watch stars knit themselves
into garments of light.
Wear their glow like truth
sworn under the oath of the first hard fall
into love’s sweet drowning.
Rest in the swell of stronger tides
riding eddies to their wave’s end
into safer shores. Heart beats recede
from hurricane to storm force to light air.
In the frosted kiss of morning, we
welcome the sun, like a life reborn.