In the breezes through autumn leaves
I saw you
In the spring rains and rainbows
I saw you
From a hilltop, in stars in a deep night sky
I saw you
I saw you in the multitudes
passing by
I felt you, unseen
in a breath at my shoulder
I heard you in my dreams
Misty grey sepulcherous dreams
Without form or definition
I tasted you in my dreams
dreams gone with dawn
leaving only hunger behind.
The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ, \ Moves on: nor all your Piety nor Wit \ Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line, \ Nor all your Tears wash out a Word of it. ~~71, Rubainat of Omar Khannam
Thursday, May 01, 1997
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