I lift the cover on the night,
And find you there,
In your whole beauty.
That is the place I meant,
The charm of your new cottage in a valley,
When I made my promise to you,
When I was alone, lost in yearning.

Married again now, showers of magnolia;
I move to know what you know.
You strove to cure me, even as you were fading from Earth.
I gently lift the cover on the night,
And find you there,
In your whole beauty.
My darling.

(First Poem here.)

(To read about Jon’s mega-collection, Exit From The Matrix, click here.)