A schism sinister couldn’t kill the love,
& couldn’t that occlude the moves of my urge,
Dwells within a darned delight,
Above the hamper which does surge…
What above & what below-
Waits for these wishes green?
A silver edged moon ray-
or drop of blood, mean..?
Unmet, unclosed, unattained dreams,
They move, they rush & hasten high,
Leaflets amorous in those woods-
Empathize, when I pass you by,
Empathize, when I pass you by…