I wanted to putt my hand on this hand and hold it still under mine, made still by his made still. Oh he was bright and I was dark and I gave him all my darkness on that ship; but we joined, for all good things in the world, and to find somethin together; and loved, I never knew I could do it and was afraid; and on the bow of the ship that night that he said, What have we done Christy?I said, wonderin too, But somethin good will come of this, I know somethin good will come of this...Only sorrow came.
~ William Goyen
