People stand the same,
As leaves of grass after a frost,
The past had chilled them,
While the shining future warms to them.
But even those bathed in the reanimated dew
Still look upon their brothers,
For as the hopeful sun rises,
There are shapes of darkness that drift across the land,
Holding some in the shadows for a little longer.
How dreadfully bitter it must be-
To look upon the future with a warm heart,
And look upon your brethren with a cold shudder.
We lie there, in the dark, simply holding each other. In that state she becomes more than I could imagine. Her form changes from the fixed person next to me to the collection of abstract concepts she truly is. There she lies, a multitude of intangible aspects: beauty, intimacy, closeness, compassion, everything. The lights go up, and I barely recognize her. This is certainly not for a negative reason, simply for the reason that she was all of these things in the purest incarnation. And to me, it is hard to even imagine all of this in a single person.
