to what my senses crave
and drive dreamlike thinking
I will find the place again
robbed perhaps of its old quickening
but a revelation still
dazed and dripping clearer
not as a thought
but as a thinker I can walk
to the edge of the water
to the edge of the starry world
which hides its beauty from the sun
but with the ocean becomes one
to where the summer of myself
gives up at last my self to me.
No comments:
Post a Comment