We have seen all the same things,

But none have looked similar,

For here am I now,

Half out of my mind

With hideous things like grief and longing,

And you sit there as if yesterday

Is good enough for tomorrow.

 

I will go farther, and farther still,

And further and further, mark this;

I’ve lost most feeling

For this bit of rock in the ocean.

And what illumines my heart now

Is a golden light in the East.

No, not the sun.

More essential than that.