Love Darkly

I love you through a glass darkly,
dimly I perceive you in these pleasures –
light on my face, warmth on my skin.

Would I love you the same
under a cold and distant sun?

You shine nonetheless –
foolish, wasteful to my shaded eyes,
wasted as I love the love, leave the lover.

I cannot escape, cannot run far enough.
You pursue me with a thousand gifts –
glimpses of you just beneath the surface,
just behind the veil of your disguise.

Even in your shadow, I see you and know:
I do not yet see, do not yet know,
cannot comprehend and yet cannot deny.

All my blind stumbling, desperate grasping –
yours is the face I wish to find.