The knight and saviour who you are not
could not be and still are, now
water and fire are degrounding my feet

I do love better than I could
have thought when I was not yet tired
of the meetings of my doubts

about the facts, tired of that
being mature and suffering
from the world and myself

from being insecure still
taking appropriate steps
without seeking salvation

At night, rowing in my own
sweat under the fluttering elms
I look out to the sky

whether there condenses a fire
a bright radiance around my body
healing it to be your companion