Seeds of the Sun

Ferdinand Knab

Our eyes,
gazing into each other,
are stern, calm, but loving.
The air around us is lit
in an invisible fire
I can hear its roar as I
take your hand
our hands are lit and we
hold those flames on our palms
with infinite concentration.

In this dark night room
slender trees grow around us,
the virgins, silvery birches
covered in the purest snow of chastity.
Suddenly, and yet so slowly,
the light in the dark, in our dark bodies
begins to increase.
I can feel snowdrops growing
in that dark earth,
gently brushing my cheek and hair.