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