There was evening and there was morning.

there is new

like dew of unseen

sun dripped clean

on lower rim

of ancient moon

empty thingless moon

faint ring of black

against black sky

and there is a last

newness of morning,

the softness of pink shade only

these ice-shaved winter clouds

can blush

i know as i leave

soon you will be moving

about this empty kitchen

can guess where your hands will touch

love takes such a simple way

a light to rule the night

a light to rule the day.