Strange that a smile
Should slide away like that
As though fallen from her face
...
Come in as bright blue sky
As breaks forth from
eternal dawn
...
We scarcely pause to speculate
what throngs behind a face
What multitudes of worlds there be
...
Beyond the province of the mind
branches twist and forever clutch
thin grey witch tresses we seek and find
...
Bright flowers
Some our hands must pick
these flowers so rare and bright
...
She went to gather
Fruit from the wild plum tree
that was uphill and hidden from the house
...
Heaven may not be connected
to this star and survival may
not be equated to
an on-goingness
...
Oh mocking bird in the
dark cedar singing...
The day came on
...
I held the light in my heart
Even as in the long cold dark night
One holds the reflection of the
sun unrisen
...