Circle of golden sunlight
     and at its margin, shadow;
     obscuring body of midnight
and of its limbs, meadow

if I walk from one place I find
the road leads to the other

I loved the easy glance of youth
and tried all ways to keep it:

circle of golden sunlight
     we’re dancing with our shadows;
     robes of velvet midnight
around our limbs is gathered

1 – 2 – 3 – 4
     the names of numbers spoken
     learned in the rote of the daily
while nightly the rote is stolen

if I run from one place I find
the other is no shelter

I loved the easy glance of youth
and found I could not keep it