To you

What is more beautiful than night / and someone in your arms / that’s what we love about art / it seems to prefer us and stays // if the moon or a gasping candle / sheds a little light or even dark / you become a landscape in a landscape / with rocks and craggy mountains // and valleys full of sweaty ferns / breathing and lifting into the clouds / which have actually come low / as a blanket of aspirations’ blue // for once not a melancholy color / because it is looking back at us / there’s no need for vistas we are one / in the complicated foreground of space // the architects are most courageous / because it stands for all to see / and for a long long time just as / the words “I’ll always love you” // impulsively appear in the dark sky / and we are happy and stick by them / like a couple of painters in neon allowing / the light to glow there over the river