Early Morning Dew


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Unto the Ecstasy of peaks!
I would for rapture subdue
The universe would find
Echoes of transport in me

For a diagram of invisibility
For pure light upon my brow
After a hundred years of seeking
Immobile lifted in peace

I would dropped from memory
Recollect the soul’s own way
From winds of summer fields
To triumphant range of stars

Unto the ecstasy of peaks
The elder dead and future born
Communicate, through words
That convey the signing delight

Of things where Buds do belong
Smiling, stooping, plucking, serving
Unto the ecstasy of unknown peaks
And subtle mysteries of early morning light.

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The Heart’s Gamble of Superior Instants


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She died at play
This heart, gambled away
With vestments of silver breeze
That flew and cried treason
And I have ceased to wonder why –
I only miss, out of sheer loyalty
For this – accepted breath
And lovely incompetence
These adamantine memories
And queries, was I ever loved?
She died at play
This heart, gambled away
I’ve tasted liquor never brewed –
Though I don’t drink
Chastisized by love’s ecstasy
Reaching late for flowers
Of women abused, chambers empty
The ocean of affections
Smiles dearly at my conceits
Devotion is a colossal substance
Of our love’s immortality.