In Everyone There Sleeps A Sense Of

I Wonder Love Can Have Already Set In Dreams, When We've Not Met More Times Than I Can Number On One Hand.

The Trees Are Coming Into Leaf Like Something Almost Being Said.

Life Has A Practice Of Living You, If You Don't Live It.

Here Silence Stands Like Heat. Here Leaves Unnoticed Thicken, Hidden Weeds Flower, Neglected Waters Quicken, Luminously-peopled Air Ascends; And Past The Poppies Bluish Neutral Distance Ends The Land Suddenly Beyond A Beach Of Shapes And Shingle. Here Is Unfenced Existence: Facing The Sun, Untalkative, Out Of Reach.

On Me Your Voice Falls As They Say Love Should, Like An Enormous Yes.