She lay asleep in a darkened tent

When he happened in --- or was he sent?

He held a universe in his palm

And touched her with an infinite calm;

She awoke from her fearful sleep

And silently began to weep;

He knew the reason why she wept:

He touched with a love she could not  accept.

But he touched through her tears, frail disguise,

And asked he to look through other eyes;

She looked and saw such beauty there

That she forgot her own despair.

But oh, the sadness was and ever is --

The eyes she looked through were really his,

But she lingered long enough to see

All the things that she could be.

Together they stepped outside the tent

And off on separate paths they went:

He, to pursue an elusive light,

And she, on her own, to search the night.