Edvard Munch - Kiss by the Window, Oil on Canvas, 1892
Of Love, Death and Oblivion
In the end, it wasn't
other than the rustling
of the wind in empty rooms,
the moribund crackling of fires
of faded memories, the voices
that once awoke us.
You lay down, in this June night,
forgetful and wholly freed from sin.
Faces, sounds, fascinations,
obliterated they sink in the sea,
dark and profound, as the night
in which you became oblivious of
what today no longer is, of this
and many other worlds.
Princeton, New Jersey, June 2003