Still
All I ever asked was
Are you lonely?
Is there any way of
Helping you?
So you found
Some motive for my
Helpfulness:
I loved you; yes
Ah yes, how very true.
Am I such a fool?
Are all men fools?
Is it the ego,
Id, or yang or yin,
So to desire
Something that's denied us
Having had no
Hope of
Any such thing?
As if one autumn
Afternoon at sunset
In a forest far from
Human view
Suddenly the birds
Should all fall silent, and
Half hoping still
I'd turn
And look for you.
