I do not think there is any such woman

I do not think there is any such woman
that meets this description. Though many faces
present themselves, represent themselves
again and again. I have imagined a woman

god, a different scripture, I do not think
there is any such art. The many facets
of the light reveal themselves as the glass
separates them on the floor. In the church

of night the Moon wanders, the stars pray
and the planets complete recitations. I do
imagine an unknown perfection, a labyrinth

of mystery to love. I whisper the duty
of trees and pastures, I do not think at all,
but feel that there must be such a woman.