time is a tree (this life one leaf) but love is the sky and i am for you just so long and long enough

The eyes of my eyes are opened.

All ignorance toboggans into know and trudges up to ignorance again.

XVII Lady, i will touch you with my mind. Touch you and touch and touch until you give me suddenly a smile,shyly obscene (lady i will touch you with my mind.)Touch you,that is all, lightly and you utterly will become with infinite care the poem which i do not write.

Who knows if the moon's / a balloon, coming out of a keen city / in the sky - filled with pretty people?

suppose Life is an old man carrying flowers on his head.

and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you