Everyone is going,
The swift and the saintly,
Surrendering to the call,
To the heart’s dungeon,
Where eyes do not help—
This is where we fall.
Everyone is a monster,
Monsters to themselves,
Monsters where day eats night.
You kissed me with your face,
Your face kissed my face
In my monstrous plight.
Everyone has places
No one else can see,
Where alone, the heart goes.
Could you be happy
With one love glimpsed in the past?
Ask this heart—surely it knows.
Everyone is attached:
Robins in the trees,
Salamanders in the lakes;
Your heart knew a heart—
And when hearts find hearts,
Another heart breaks.
Everyone is forgotten,
Or wishes to be forgotten,
Behind the ocean’s delicate spray,
The mist that once knew you,
But now joins the ocean
And falls like a tear in the gray.
