Your Face Remembered

The memory of your face is a flower in the mind,

A warm sweetness in a craggy place.

The country of my mind is full of doubts and dangers.

It has quicksands of evasion and dusty plains of drought.

Precipices of terrible truth are there, and chasms

of darkness that must be leaped.

I cannot escape from the country of my mind.

But your face is a flowered sweetness, a fertile cranny

where beauty dwells-and peace.

I warm myself in the memory of your face.