86.

A certain happiness exists despite

The death sentence we all live under

And some will tell you it is not so

But I have seen it is. The gladness first

Baffled me, then came as a surprise

And I realized I was and would be blind

All my days. You might think something else

And as truth cannot be regulated

That’s as it should be. Your golden hair

A nimbus on the beach by the farm

Blinded me in the best way, and your voice

Was as another world. And my feet were

On the ground. The span of our hands

Were something, of earth and ecstasy.