Of one substance, of one
Matter, they have cruelly
Broken apart. They never will touch
Each other again. The shining
Lovelier and younger
Turns away, a pitiful girl.
She is completely naked
And it hurts. The larger
Motherly one, breathlessly luminous
Emerald, and blue, and white
Traveling mists, suffers
Birth and death, birth
And death, and the shock
Of internal heat killed by external cold.
They are dancing through that blackness.
They press as if
To come closer, to obtain
A reunion. What divides them
Will always be as invisible as glass.
The girl will always appear to be serene
As a young actress. She does not shed a tear.
The blue-clad woman moans,
Sings to herself, and following
The daughter’s distant
Movements as best
They can, back and forth, in turbulence
Or in calm, rising and falling,
Make the image
_A Woman Under the Surface_