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Cycle
...for April



I search for you in my dreams, groping in shifting mists 

    that cling to the mind...

I cry your name, and my wail is swallowed by the night...

        Somewhen, somewhere, I held you, loved you

                when you weren't mine;

    yet I knew beyond knowledge that someday 

            I would be yours...

In the clinging darkness I call your name, and there is no answer...

    Shadows flicker in the mists, half seen, then gone...

Are these realities that have been, or; wraiths of things yet to be?

            I know not.

    --some seem incarnations yet to be born; others of long ago...

Perhaps then, the answer lies in karma--

    were we once together

            in a somewhen long ago?

        in some otherwhen,

            did we know life together,

                only to have it torn from us?

Or, are we destined yet for each other,

        and is the time too soon,

        the incarnation wrong?

I know not--

    but that I seek,

        and do not find you--I only know

    as I stumble through the mists

    that

        I love you


                                         November 18, 1974

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