First Morning

The night was a failure but why not - ?     In the darkness with the pale dawn seething at the window through the black frame I could not be free, not free myself from the past, those others -    and our love was a confusion, there was a horror, you recoiled away from me.     Now, in the morning     As we sit in the sunshine on the seat by the little shrine,     And look at the mountain-walls,     Walls of blue shadow,     And see so near at our feet in the meadow     Myriads of dandelion pappus     Bubbles ravelled in the dark green grass     Held still beneath the sunshine -     It is enough, you are near -     The mountains are balanced,     The dandelion seeds stay half-submerged in the grass;     You and I together     We hold them proud and blithe     On our love.     They stand upright on our love,     Everything starts from us,     We are the source.         BEUERBERG