And all my thoughts tumble,
in a jumble from my head
at that bright beam.
I answer with its eager twin.
All too soon the other turns
and from my sight is lost.
My own wilts suddenly,
without its sustenance near.
Useless mind that cannot move
or form lips to more than mirror
the dazzle of the eyes.
For words might keep longer,
but with its own reply it dies.