The lip is the lip's friend, the hand the hand's <br />Lying next each other each one understands <br />To whom he belongs - each one of the buried dead. <br />Unwillingly the night goes overhead; <br />The earth asserts itself, but hesitantly ; <br />And leaflessly the leaves move on a tree. <br />God stirs the wind and space: but He is high <br />Above the forest's distant forest sigh. <br />The wind says this to space: <br />'I'll not be back <br />Across this forest while the night shines black.' <br />Still darkness thickens, pierced by small starlight. <br />The seagulls flying over the sea are white. <br />One says : 'I've heard the fate of stars foretold.' <br />The next: 'I've watched the heavens themselves unfold.' <br />The third is silent, but because it knew <br />Two bodies, glowing in the darkness, who <br />Wove darkness into their embrace: it found <br />Them made of the caress in which they wound.<br /><br />Boleslaw Lesmian<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-the-dark-53/
