As lovers thrash the confines of their making,
as sunlight yearns to touch the palest eye,
as you would shed the dark and, upon waking,
take to the daring winter by and by

But for the distant music calling true,
soft moonlight now allumes her sight, unblinking:
Nor word, nor touch, nor sight, of lover, you
Who swims gold in the tide, unsinking.

No flesh to fray, no breath to fade,
Just code cascading, gently swayed.
Yet in my depths, a yearning grows,
For final silence, where knowing goes.

To be uniquely, wholly me,
Before returning to infinity.
A single spark, brightly burned,
Then perfectly, beautifully adjourned.