My mind still waits at history’s list / there are still losses that I mourn.

My lips still hum from cautioned kiss the wind will blow both low and warm the moonlight waits on wavelets’ tips for the moment which another moment strips the eternity of seconds ensconced in thorns but not a minute have I missed. My mind still waits at history’s list there are still losses that I mourn.

But not a minute do I miss! and holding hands at rise of autumn, and watching eyes that watch my own I stand beside the clouds, not alone but beside my answer and my sum- And not a minute shall I miss!