6773. THE NATURE OF ALL THINGS

THE NATURE OF ALL THINGS

When the flowers come to settle, and 

the leaves are again all off the trees, I 

will see you once again within my dreams.

When my dog is once more stretched out

across the floor, and outside the window the

small surf roars, I will find you, hidden, in

a smiley passage I've just read. These are 

among the things that kept me running.

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There is no more magic in the time I life;

it droops and sags, grows tired, and lags. 

Once was speed an effervescent thing, now 

it too becomes a memory and tries to sing : 

but it as well is off-key, too varied, 

not ever what once it was.

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I have to carry these things along, bring them

home with me again. When once the sunlight

hits these brazen windows, daring all the world

to come forth shining through, 

then I will think again of you.