Lord if you had been here my brother
If you had been here my brother
If you had been here
some light would not have been here, or some light would have—
some right, some body set aright, some upright body with its light on.
If you were here—my brother might be
If I can name every thing, who will you take from my side?
If I can see everything and find no rest—what will you do for me then?
Your patience like a strap around my neck
Let me sit at your feet.
Let me be your eyes, or let me have them—the deepest iris of the iris,
give me whatever darkness, or give me what brightens—
In this way, I rest my eyes upon your face,
even when you do not speak.
I am afire says the—
Where will I go?
In me, says the flame.