A part of you in me lies in shadow.
Sunlight through thin cotton curtains
cast patterns on your body and the sheet.
When I turned from the window,
my eyes found yours in the darkened room.
Another part lives in light;
leaving the trees on the hillside,
we lay in the grass.
I touched your face and found it
warm with the sun.
A part of you in me is silent like the snow
that stilled the night it gave to us.
And I saw both worlds bright with moonlight.
Walking through woods green with the spring,
I heard the wind in the trees
and watched them sway.
You took off your scarf
and let the wind have your hair.
As bits of glass and colored stone,
set to pattern on some wall,
catch sudden fire when sunlight streams
through a window,
these memories came to me--
parts of you and me in the love
that makes us one.