On the sleepless road that joins
My lonely house to yours, there are
Sunken tunnels sometimes filled
With ethereal greenish light,
The vapor trails of ghosts and memories forgotten.
Someday, when we have outgrown
These furtive glances, and put away
Our timid smiles, when the tunnels are
Alive and stirring,
I would love to walk with you
Through those places,
Though they are low and far from the sun,
And see your face in the peculiar glow.