When You Fall Through Empty Space

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     &nbsplight 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