I say, love,
actually when meaning peace
I felt on the meadow loam
stretching out on my back,

or the forest numerous  in visions
my sight so outnumbered
I cannot resolve any one tree.

Or, may I have thought of the
******* tryst I envision
looking at the stars of the universe.

Come I see,days and nights, trees
valleys hills to love, feasts
of days

reading, Thoreau , Walt Whitman,
next to you.