We smile. Happiness is catching up
to what is lost, to what we thought was lost,
like a precious thing is lost in a dark room,
but suddenly appears, after some sleep.

We wake with new eyes, refreshed and breathing deeply.
It is as if we heard, all night and dreaming,
the singing of a bird, whose voice was a lullaby,
whose whole purpose, this night, was to remind

the world, the world you are, whose wife is sleeping,
the songs we sing are heard. Who knows by whom,
but that he needs them, and he waits to hear,

is true. Our gods are lonely for our love.
This is divine in us, this reaching out.
The silence we receive sounds like applause.