Two

In your night sky eyes and quiet earth skin

I find a home, a place, that speaks to me of kin.

There is something in you that runs in me,

in blood, in bone, in heart, maybe

I can see your fire, your unfailing light,

your sweet youth wrought courage and clear sight.

See, by the starglow, everything you are sings,

and here I am, quiet and empty, hanging on by a string.