separation

    and the lover's cry...

    is the lost, loneliest sound
         on earth... 

                           through the star-break,
                           across the moon --

    to fill the night, tear at the days...

         like a blind man's hands
         or grasping,

                               each movement
    each breath   drawn in a separate craze:

                        the heart,
         shuttered and without light...

    darkness, that reaches its height each noon

    -- the emptiness born anew
                                                each morning.