darling you are tossed from me what here more rare thought like a thief turning to stare summer and winter so many years of many seasons we saw and found together snapped grassroots trembling to the spring plucked berries out of harvesting caught swirling autumn down from trees about us drew a sunbright frieze oh summer was our weather but winter was in our hearts how many years of many reasons convinced us not to part remembering the search for first green bud the rain paths rainbowed in the mud the cheep behind the window ledge the shutter like a moonshined wedge oh summer was our weather but winter was in our hearts too many years, too many years we lived and loved together for oh my dear the winter fears destroyed the summer weather for doubts can frost and worries blight the careful seed, the ripened stacks and questions when they come by night leave barren fields behind their tracks suddenly there was sun and moon and stars and night and day all taken for granted then no sun no moon no stars no night no day forsaken transplanted there was sight and sound and touch and someone there as always forever then an empty silence such as none aware of hallways to never item: body found it was a silent evening I remember through the river's mist it comes to me a star pierced the air, white with speed it leaped across the sky, slipped and fell I heard its cry, it echoed in the sea the swift wild cry of the scornful ember alone I stood there, never had I need of fellow rebel more, I a rebel down the dark beach I ran, I stripped, time was an eyeless reach across immensity and I plunged deeply, they blamed it on the tide the night, they had not seen infinity like a vast unchanging vista wide before me. if you go too far you'll drown they said, ah no, they know the sublime who reach for the falling star and go down on trial the day to day commitment to failure that judgment daily argues against me condemns me to despair... I am guilty of more than silence... at times words fail your wisest men and then intentionally... but my silence like all my secrecies has no defense, none conventionally, my personal idiosyncrasies no social crimes... when pride is pain and shame an agony too keen for reason I had no other weapon, who is to blame? there was no intent to deceive or lie... my absence is sufficient evidence, voluntary exile, not providence guadalajara water running over stone overrun my heart water running over stone overcome my start now wear down my sorrow wash away my fears I have mourned tomorrow widowed by the years (water running over stone hard it is to be alone) water running over stone canyon deep inside water running over stone canyon steep and wide