An Honourable Estate

October 1974

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In firelight.
when lace falls
from quiet fingers –

Painting stick men
on misty windows –

Feeling a thousand years young
on those mellow-warm
Neon sidewalk summer nights
with soft darkness wings
above the sad city trees –

To light a candle in the room.
watch the shadows live and dance
and die again –

Crowds,
lonelier than old diaries
or finding faded ribbons,
seeing faces I have been -

The times
just to be myself
when thought breezes
sway the
silver webs of my mind –

You are the silver dewdrop
on every silver web.