In the pale moonlight
He carries his bride
Up the hill,
Both of them naked,
Bringing nothing but themselves.
So in all beginnings
The world is bare,
Empty, free of lies,
Dark with silence –
A silence that sinks
Into the depths of time.
Then comes the light,
Existence,
Man and animals.
So in all beginnings
Everything is bare,
Empty, open.
They’re both young.
Both have come a long way.
Passing through dawns bright with illusion,
Skies filled with hope,
Rivers lined with comfort,
They have come to the afternoon’s warmth,
Both of them dripping with sweat –
And standing on a barren coral reef.
So evening comes,
Bringing dreams
And a bed
Lined with gleaming coral necklaces.
They raise their heads:
Millions of stars in the sky,
This is their inheritance,
Stars and more stars,
More than could ever blink and go out.
In the pale moonlight
He carries his bride
Up that hill
Both of them naked:
The world’s first face.
Burton Raffel
Peace,
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