The Blue.
In the 8 ilence round you,
The high dark blue round the earth,
You cant find a theme if you like, or none;
If none, then that's the nessage
Your eyes will carry, their light the pale 1ight,
Your touch that of hands
Left in space, like darkness on darkness,
With nothing to reflect them,
But 1f the meseage you bear
Is continuous and long, and glows
And stays in the sky like aomeone
Always there but never known, the breeze
That touches the leaves at night and then
Is done, the bird that alone in the tree
Dwells on his theme, the hawk that
Wheels in the silence above, then the
Light, like the blue of the sky
Always there behind the storms and
Turns of fate, will be in your ey es,
Though it may not be seen.
Fishing Boats at Fiumicino.
Below the oobbled pier, asleep