Stone Clouds There are craftsmen who before the dawn Cut the clouds from stone. Send them scudding across the sky. Delicate filigree do they make from the roofs of great caverns. We dream no more for the clouds are made of stone. -1979 Sight of You Your face I say it is the dawn breaking  light shining across the earth. But words will not carry will not show the form of a tree reaching to the light-- You standing in the window framed by the light. Am I growing old? Stones crumble the wind brushes your hair aside-- the touch of time. You, looking for the sun discover clouds. -1979
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Here is love there sadness Here small scattered sheep wander there the universe entire Find your way find your way Love it is blood and roots tangled in the earth not light nothing of light nothing of light but burrowing down I am in the midst of someone else's dream Words which echo are not my thoughts but someone else's Distant unknown person motives unguessed