Is a fading thought forever lost,

Did it diminish like window frost,

Return to me my thought please,

Is it lost into air like my last sneeze,

Let it return, I know it was of you,

At last the muse has returned anew,

Bring in the cello now played low,

Hear angels harps play notes in flow,

Your silken gown encapsulates your soul,

To follow the curves shown I’ll pay the toll,

Step forward then back and two right,

Close, oh so close to press you slight,

Let me waltz into the dreams I dreamed,

In your arms it’s not as bad as it seemed,

I worry, oh I worry so even when it’s right,

The distance of your mind may be slight,

Oh, it’s my fault, I have nothing left,

No longer am I as spry or am I deft,

Improvisation breaks my heart to see,

The reflecting man of war I see isn’t me,

An angel held in my arms may fly way,

So desperate is my plea that she will stay,

Don’t see me my angel but see deep within,

Once I was beautiful before war’s bloody sin,

Patti, can you see any good inside of me,

Each man took aim before his tragedy,

I’ve tried to pull you close in my dreams,

Bloods lube removes my strength it seems,

Your eyes find disgust in what I have done,

Yet you continue to say I’m number one,

A little more or a little less should I confess,

If you’ve forgiven what I’ve done is it less,

The frost covered glass is fading fast,

Does it mean once gone the dye is cast,

I’ll surround you with roses and sing to you,

Rose petals ground for oil I will do too,

Thunder has erupted inside my heart for you,

I love you so much I worry if you knew,

The sweet smell of heaven is your smell,

It is the elixir, I swear, the taste as when I fell,

Into her hands I give the gold I don’t own,

But I will give her the love she hasn’t been shown,

Listen, sweet angel, you are someone to hold,

I can’t give it to you when you are the gold.

The end,   Written December 1970