Tree Winds (8/17/81)

Tree winds hustle the

                         Summer's end burned grass;

             Giving the foggy imagination

      of an end to time

                   Existence being only by a mere

Chance;

Not even my own.

                But forgiven are feelings that

                                      have hidden what was truly

mine;

         For; I remember the heartbeats

                         of your heart as well as

                those of my own.

          Pounding love into a pattern of

                hope and silence

   Leaving before me a face I

             have yet to see.

            So show me now the happiness

                           I know you hold in your

heart;

             Unclasp the chains of time that

                           force you to be alone;

                And smile for you have reached

                   your destination.

                                                                                        JED

                                                                                           8/17/81