Chiaroscuros

Oscar Williams

I was begotten in joy
And born in pain,
As a raindrop is begotten in gold
And born in gray;
And in the heart of me, as in the heart of the raindrop,
The twilight and the rainbow
Keep their rendezvous.

As dawn, moving among the dews,
Stirs the shadows that slumber in them,
So have you, beloved one,
Rustled your delicate gold
Among my dreams.