To my Rufio, who I never saw: A poem 

I never saw you when you were alive 

but you came like a dye in my spiritual eye 

The darkness beyond sensory vision 

is a real colour, not light’s illusion 

And you can take love for what it takes 

Undulating is the gradient that it stakes 

A spirit burns perpetually like an undying flame 

An uncaptioned picture can have a name 

And I can learn a lot from a humble dog 

that there is no life that is a mere cog 

There is meaning, though not obviously seeming 

and that love is a film that needs no screening