the complete and utter gift 
of your own transparency,

the revelation of your own 
exact boundary with the world.

The frontier
between silence 
and speech exactly the line 
you must cross
to give yourself

while saving yourself,

the gleam in your heart and your eye,

another sun rising, the old memories 
alive
after a long night of absence 
and the world again suddenly 
worth risking,
worth seeing, worth innocence, 
worth everything.

...

David Whyte