Come early in the fall
the iridescence of my life...

Why
do I...

Does love run after fleeting rays,
Of setting suns...

Before I had only silly poems,
in which to live my reality...

Oh! Quarrelsome rat
How they fester and scheme...

We should be the wind,
Thru the trees...

The Invisible Space King
watches over me...

The deeper aspects of life
They twine and...

Fiddle dee dum fiddle dee dee
said the little king to thee...

Little yogini
hovers above my heart...

How do you bend
that which will not yield...

Pass into the olde forest
wide and deep...