Vestibules Are All One Gets
Vestibules are all
one gets to see
As even self must grope through darkened
Love allows less light than one
Ever too constrained for clarity.
does one find much light in ecstasy,
Though years replenish
what the heart consumes.
In new-found joy the old refrain
New wonder at the same old
Each love lights dimly what the heart well
'Tis neither more nor less than what one
Staring back at one with alien eyes.
beneath a flame that comes and goes
A darkness waits that's
neither hers nor his,
Yet is to share when both run out of
Copyright by Nicholas Gordon