Longi ng, he goes too fa r, hammers o ut
of her a fri eze, a seri es of scenes
fixed in his memory And th ough
she wants love to grow
to
unfo ld
open steadily, in her it snaps
shut, forced by his memory
(How fa r w ill we go fo r love, o ut
of love, how much can be taken?)
What has J!,o ll e WYO IIJ!, ? Was it IlIltme?
H e
mouths the questi o ns
Where has love J!,o lle? Will
it retll m?
His h ea rt holds answe rs:
Some mistake No Cod kllOlllS Let's hope
He repeats
Bllt
I
love
I
Illiss
I
wallt
...
will survive w ith out her
(How lo ng ca n we wa it, o ut o f love, fo r
love's return , how lo ng be pa ti ent?)
Someone I love is leaving, she w rites,
I bid him fa rewell , a good j o urn ey
Someone I love is dying, I ca n't
say goodbye though the time is coming
How much room do we have for love
just how large is our hea rt-space?
(How ma ny can it hold at o nce
with no prospect o f so lace?)
I loved you , I love you still , perhaps
less surely Your words sound the burden
of need:
Will YO II take care of me?
Once again in the face of loss
I ask that same questi on and pray
your grasp may exceed your reach :
you will know how to hold me
