The Morning

It’s only when submerged in you,
I breath.
The day is gone but it’s adieu,
not death:
I’m here — I still feel the warmth
of love;
Another day-spring comes — the world’s
again alive.
You know that the time for love
is ripe —
As if it were pitch-dark, and up
comes Light!...
It’s only when you are in love,
you live:
You’ll see the dawning of the light
if you — believe.