The beautiful dream Broke my ideas Of leaving grace Graceless As the god I followed He had the same name I was just a boy He was my idea Of adolescent fame We lay by the grass Grass Was the peace for me Waters Was the reflection for me The trees brought me A peaceful reflection Lying with the gayest Kisses under the sycamore trees
"Love takes off masks we fear we cannot live without and we cannot live within" James. A. Baldwin