Her presence remains the one reality
In a world of shadows that some
Such day of harsh sunlight will
Expose without warmth and
The most hackneyed words may
Become vehicles of rare meaning
Even easy generalizations about death
That do not disturb the repose of living
Can once more become the central
Point of consciousness not the
Imponderable presence of
Inner vision but a life that
Beats warm in the arms
Like a glass sack of
Premature vividness