As I look back now...

Porcelain powder
cakes of June
time tables of two
Count them in every room

Drape less diary quenches her lips
With fingered, mind, she soon grips
A river of white water
To a broken highway

Falling
Into a tail spinning dream
Splashing in a morning brook
Such ripples and only a look

Like a chainless link across the sea
But a bridge I find in me
blue forest swallow
Velvery flight

Seeing you beyond my sight