When your face appeared 
over my crumpled life.
At first I understood only
the poverty of what I have

Then it's particular light,
on woods, on rivers, on the sea.  Became my beginning in the colored world, in
which I had not yet had my

I am so frightened.  I am so frightened of the unexpected sunrise finishing, of revelations, and tears, and the excitement finishing.

I do not fight it.  My love is this fear.  I nourish it, who can nourish nothing.

Fear hems me in.  I am conscious that these minutes are short. 

And that the colors in my eyes
will vanish when your face sets.