on loving too much

most of always,

within my reasons, naturally,

I can change the colors of autumn

without competition form the natural

and I know such love then

so I wonder down broken trails

looking cautiously to the sun

to warm my way,

wondering where does such brightness come from

I have seemed to believe in the passing of years

which all told me

to drink the sweetest wines from passions kept so hungry,

try to avoid confusing her with someone else

so that her kisses will be white

and pure

and silver clear

I have listened for a long time

I have tasted misery

I have had trouble dreaming

but all the while I remain a good student of peace,

and I cannot look to my love living

nor to my other loves waiting

and I know that I must see it all through again

so that I am sure I am not

loving too much…

in dreams…

10/31/69