Since I saw him

Since I saw him

I believe myself to be blind,

where I but cast my gaze,

I see him alone.

as in waking dreams

his image floats before me,

dipped from deepest darkness,

brighter in ascent.

All else dark and colorless

everywhere around me,

for the games of my sisters

I no longer yearn,

I would rather weep,

silently in my little chamber,

since I saw him,

I believe myself to be blind.