the solemness
Of lonely gratitude
Cooled long on heights of
Informal platitudes,
Songs sung lazy days
Sights seen pleasures
Rendered, ever grown
Like sprouting tenders,
Concerts won and splendors
Tasted, no one sweeter,
Than the present.
Beyond the lights sensed with
Open eyes taste buds wet
Glistening in starlights
After mint, like
Tendrils from the brown dirt
Reach always up beyond above.
The milk is heaven of the
Graciousness I feel
As the leaves blow
The waves
Make beats
Upon my shore
And birds tweet
And my worries
Sleep.
A mountain head my bed
A cloud my pillow, a sureness
That all is well.