– Where Hart Crane once jumped
You love the invisible
You write IT everyday
You claim your little notes
Further the language of the Day
With ample letters, of your love
To witness the light which delights
The air is clear and transparent
Where your voice speaks like a melody
Your love is for the invisible
With incorporeal pillows vain
Your sunrise is a spiritual event
Somewhere inside your little brain
Your love, it is for the invisible
A dreamer interrupting his own ground
You write journals for eternity
God bless your suddeness
that which you call dear poetry.