love at first sight

Before you came, / things were as they should be: / the sky was the dead-end of sight, / the road was just a road, wine merely wine.

Now everything is like my heart, / a color at the edge of blood: / the grey of your absence, the color of poison, of thorns, / the gold when we meet, the season ablaze, / the yellow of autumn, the red of flowers, of flames, / and the black when you cover the earth / with the coal of dead fires.

And the sky, the road, the glass of wine? / The sky is a shirt wet with tears, / the road a vein about to break, / and the glass of wine a mirror in which / the sky, the road, the world keep changing.

Don't leave now that you're here— / Stay. So the world may become like itself again: / so the sky may be the sky, / the road a road, / and the glass of wine not a mirror, just a glass of wine.