I've lost the words;
or they've lost me-
It used to be so easy to speak, to write,
to tell you the things I long to share
with you.

The eyes that one time
were able to hold me close in a spiritual embrace
seem now to be shut,
like the proverbial knight's castle with it's drawbridge drawn.

The lips that caressed me
not only with their touch, but
with their smiles and frowns
are stiff and formal as if
I were some bitter pill to swallow.

But we continue to play the game
Hellos, Good-byes fly so swiftly
that I've truly forgotten
If I am coming or going.

Our haven of warmth and love
has turned like the others,
to a den of despair.

Congradulations - I think we've joined the world.

B.Beckman 6/14/73

the world was not smiling when i woke up this morning, there were no
sunny bright rays to warm my heart, or my feet as they landed on the
cool wooden floor. instead, the world sat quietly at first, neither
warm nor cool, seemingly in a pensive mood.

perhaps it seemed this way because the world itself, like i, had still
the sleepy nighttime dew clouding over it's eyes. it appears that this
was true, for as the day matured a beautiful sunny smile has come forth,
and given me a feeling of warmth and contentment.

this world at times seems like my shadow. it matches my moods in all
their complexity, and at times takes the lead in a merry dance of
mixed emotions.

B. Beckman  Summer 1971