God Be Thanked, The Meanest

Poetry, Like Love, Is Something We Never Truly Say Goodbye To.

If Two Lives Join, There Is Oft A Scar. They Are One And One, With A Shadowy Third; One Near One Is Too Far.

There Is An Inmost Center In Us All, Where Truth Abides In Fullness;....and, To Know, Rather Consists In Opening Out A Way Where The Imprisoned Splendor May Escape, Then In Effecting Entry For A Light Supposed To Be Without.

Still More Labyrinthine Buds The Rose.

Never The Time And The Place And The Loved One All Together.