I would love
to build a life
Of poems
With you.
Higher and higher
One poem
Upon another––
A mountain
Of purest human feeling
Reaching above the
Pain and caring
Of mortal life––
Beyond the
Anguish and loneliness
Of death––
Above the
Harp sounds
Of celestial angels––
To the bittersweet
Tragedy of beauty and time
Evoking the
Tears of a
Feeling, solitary God.