You couldn’t catch the poetry:
The subtle glimpse of eternity that
Stripped for you like a lover.
You were in no mood to feel
The tenderness of another,
So blindly he stood waiting in
The doorway of your soul.
He held the seeds of insight that
You would never grow.
Even as you shared existence
With a thousand worlds untold
You closed your eyes and felt resigned
To let your lips grow cold,
Despite the womb inside your heart
That could have nursed creation;
Despite the boy beside your head
Who whispered inspiration.