I Wonder More And More Just Where

Friends: People Who Borrow My Books And Set Wet Glasses On Them.

Language That Tells Us, Through A More Or Less Emotional Reaction, Something That Can Not Be Said.

The Stillness Of October Gold Went Out Like Beauty From A Face.

And Thus We All Are Nighing The Truth We Fear To Know: Death Will End Our Crying For Friends That Come And Go.

For Through It All--above, Beyond It All-- I Know The Far-sent Message Of The Years, I Feel The Coming Glory Of The Light.