An unearthly uniformity strikes at the senses,
Such darkness so that the spirit tenses:
Absence of light, all is dark,
It is hard to think of this as anything but stark.

And yet a beacon flares into sudden brightness
Against the uninterrupted veil of darkness:
A kindred soul shines with knowledge, with love;
The spirits join, as a hand to a glove.

Two become one, one becomes two
In the light grows foundations true;
The darkness is vanquished by a flame of power,
A power, we know, that will never grow sour.

The two swimmers relax in a stream of their making,
The emotions felt can no longer be shaken;
Bath’d in a warmth that is so sweet,
Two lovers stop, look and meet.

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