After the Breaking

There my place was cramped its wall was of stone I was alone I without you. Now I can see, with my gaze of today which is mingled with your fresh gaze, and will mingle tomorrow again with your fresher gaze. A transfer from one prison to a new prison? But with you it broke and crumbled, the stone wall, every wall on the earth before my eyes. The broken stones under our steps became the lovely paving of dirt lanes. How small it was, my world of yesterday, I without you. Now the horizon is not a lifeless picture: – a few lines on a sheet of paper with a permit stamp stuck to the wall of the room. – Now the horizon endless throbs in the depths of our heart half your heart half my heart. Our heart throbs in the depths of the horizon spread out on every side endless. Now we are drowned in the pleasure of discovery in each other's hidden wonders. We wander in the air of the fig tree whose leaves' scent the summer sun has discovered. We wander: two travelers with patient, curious steps over all the broken stones...