Again this week I must report
Thoughts of eyes possessed me-
Again this week I must report
Thoughts of nothing become distracting-
Again this day I awoke
To the reflection on a window,
Again these birds singing
In the morning sun.
There was the moment I was lost
In my pending existence...
Now I see today only as
A vast and endless sea, cold
And green dark, blue to
The horizon whose waters chill
And only can warm
Now as the longer
Thoughts are logged aloft,
Again in driftwood forgetting, again.
Again this week I must report
Thoughts of you possessed me-
Through my eyes possessed
That everywhere the endless is