In the empty night
I hear your song.
Longing
I seek
but can only see
my own dying image
in lying glass
and glittering steel.
I tremble in fear.
Where have you gone?
O, sing me your soaring love-song
and show me the way
for night’s a thin wall
and death, a porous veil.
Steven Federle
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/passion-in-the-garden/
