If within the limitation of parentheses (Throw away information goes here) Holds the reflection in a greater sphere I hold in my heart (Mostly in my art) The thought of you my dear Your heart should be aware (Written in the stars In our private holy hemisphere) We have always To each other been near
Sub-atomically we arrived (In ethereal beauty) Aesthetic attractions draws us Again we manifest (Another mess) Until we learn the laws (Of eternal rest) Then shall we begin again (In thee end)
Traveler Tim
Drawn on the spirit of E.E.Cummings Who died a month before I was born.