Mystery of
his heart course on forever
Long try in
vain to hidden self
Eloquent will
no more
Inward striving
thousand nothings
time to time
echoes into all our day
This is rare
beloved eyes a loved voice
Forever phantom
upon his face
Monday Written
over intimacy
Places of
doubtful nothing
Haunted and gone
twisted
hills of unfamiliar men
your pathway
strays in old days we still had
warm
leafless dreaming
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