At dawn
Everything happens
My friends come back to me
White tinted blue with pink filaments
At dawn
Everything happens
And she will come to me
At dawn

A blue light begins to flow
And the chasm between the earth and sky
Opens
As the lid of the dark universe
Is lifted off the earth
And the gold fire,
The sun of this system,
Strikes the yellow petal
Of the dahlia I just planted
As if it were timed
And all the possibilities
Of my limitless life   touch me
Through the flower
And although I cannot foreknow them,
They are real
And I know they are there
So I came in and made coffee
And had a cigarette
And thought of this poem
And I will do what I can
Until I can do more.

I will watch the symphonic
Light on the grass
As it shines through the moving trees
And drifts on the grass as if
It moved by the breeze—-

There! A new chord
Is struck on the greenest of grass,
Each blade lit with gold
And the sun strikes, with a kiss,
Petals of flowers like notes.
This I will do until I can do no more,
But this is the most important thing
Right now. And it might be forever:
Beauty, and the like: the keyboard
Of the self, garden, and where
The sun can take us, beyond this
System: out of time, where you open
Your voice like the sun and speak
Like the trees, earth, breeze.