Move we all through many worlds,
Through so few eyes we see,
Two movers paired in feeling and in space.
But, love you just my face,
As I have loved yours only.
For through so many months of us we moved,
Though place upon place,
Each in another,
Until each seemed the same
One place just as another being.
And all remaining to us now,
Five fumbling fingers each,
Feeling for excuses,
Through all caves we stumble,
Using fragile dragons
Which are sunlight.
Thus no one will believe,
Unless you for an instant,
Or I,
Lonely, forget.
- Sitaram (written 1964)