Classic Poem

You and I in the night, spied on by stars …
You and I in the belovèd night …
You and I within these walls.

A breath from the sea is kissing the housetops of the city,
Kissing the roofs,
And dying into silence.

Earth and stars are in a trance,
They dream of passion, but cannot break their sleep.
They pass into us, and we are their passion, we are their madness,
So shaped that we can kiss and clasp …
One kiss, then death, the miracle being spent.

Watchman, what of the night?
Sleep and birth! Toil and death!
Now the light of the topmost tower winks red and ceases:
Now the lonely car echoes afar off …
Helen looked over the wine-dark seas of Greece, and she was young.
But not younger than we, touching each other, while dawn delays …

Dare we betray this moment?
Dare we die, missing this fire?
Whither goes massive Earth tonight, flying with the stars down eternity?
We are alive: we are for each other.