From afar I absently love you,
Dreamily, as poets do;
As if time and space, a demon pair,
Were quite as empty of
Restraint as my shuffled share
Is of returning love.

It's a troubled feeling, that I,
A troubled sort to start,
Enjoy to think of on the sly,
As if some unparceled part
The censors let slip by:
You are a dream of my poet's heart ...

07/31/1969

Author's Note: Written from Vietnam

Posted on 08/17/2009
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