On Sep 8, 6:14 pm, Sanity sbcglobal.net> wrote:
> On Sep 8, 7:00 pm, miranda gmail.com> wrote:
>> In My Wandering Sense of Time
>> I kept my birthday
>> In a shabby chateau,
>> In the classic forest,
>> On the mountain strong and soundless
>> Like the hermit moon
>> Who thrashes graceful in the
>> Winter ceiling.
>> All the day the priest mists ministered
>> Frugal sips of light,
>> And the air was as wet to the lung as the
>> Half-wintered mattress of ground leaves
>> Was to the hand.
>> As everything was whole and mended,
>> And there were no hidden agendas in
>> My heart, I drink rich wine that
>> Urged the gloom to glow
>> As I skulpted sitting on the mighty
>> Stone hearth with wood, flame, air and ash.
>> I was orphaned from reality into the fire.
>> I was lost in all my foreign lands such
>> As where oranges grow hanging near the
>> Elbow of a writing sage.I passed round
>> Homes where children cavort and dishes
>> Steam in memory of summer suns in summer fields.
>> I saw green and pink birds like chatting candies.
>> Thus I meandered amid dozens of half
>> Musics with my trunks of wine-sheathed
>> Images that were more beds than dreams.
>> I kept my back to thinking, though I knew thoughts
>> Waited like a court stuffed with lawyers.
>> When evening came and took me to the
>> Kitchen, I heard your windchimes. In
>> Through the door I saw the fire
>> From which I'd arisen catch the Chinese slivers
>> In small articulate brilliance in that black
>> Watery night that fell down upon my heart.
>> The tears still blurred when I regained the hearth
>> And put my solitary supper on flames and rocks.
>> Sobbered now I counted the long waves that wash
>> The thousand oceans that separate you and me.
>> At length I heard visitors on the path
>> And was much gladdened, for this would be
>> None others than my uncles King Arther
>> And Siddhartha. Now there would be
>> An evening of rhyming and reasoning!
>> copyright 1975, 2008
>> Miranda Joan Howe
>> all rights reserved
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Oh Sanity! I knew I could count on you! You are exactly right. It's
about and acid trip in a very cool cabin in the mountains above Napa,