The Stillness Of October Gold

I Shall Have More To Say When I Am Dead.

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

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.

Love Must Have Wings To Fly Away From Love, And To Fly Back Again.

To Some Will Come A Time When Change Itself Is Beauty, If Not Heaven.