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June 1985

late at night

on the path to home

stars so bright

they almost leap to my grasp

voiding

the vastness of space

skeletal arms of budding trees

arch across the road

shelter

imagined and real

all so new

and still so old

others have walked here

in life

and then in dreams

who now are gone

did they feel

as I feel now?

surely they laughed

and cried

and worshipped

felt pain and joy

frog-song calls me back

from this philosophical track

and I walk on

beneath stars and leaves

here long before I came

here long after I leave

"This is my Father's world,

and to my listening ears

all nature sings,

and 'round me rings

the music of the spheres"