Irwin Granich

LOVE me, child of the morning!

Happy blossom in the wind, love me.

See, I am sad—I have dwelt long in chaos,

And my hands and my feet are star-pierced.

Love me….

Love me.

I have won through a thousand glooms to your heart,

I have stifled in the dark of Nothingness,

I have wrestled with suns and moons.

Now love me, with laughter staunch my wounds….

Road-stained, harsh and weary, hungered of joy,

Once I climbed to the end….

But there was no end—there was Night.

Kiss me, blind me with the hot mercy of your lips,

God is Night …. only Night….

I will never journey….

I will forsake the flinty roads of the eternal,

I will rest here in your kindness.

I will forsake the sun and moon and stars,

And live here in your laughter.