diary entry: page 70
You, My Love... a diary in verse
30 March 1966
Sembach, Germany
It's uncannily good
how wonderful your voice
can start the day,
even if it's half lost
and buried in a tangle of wires
on a telephone...
with the sun out first thing
and the sky clear-blue and cold
... spring late and lazy
coming through the still wintery
end of March:
your words
become the soft of morning's promise,
the warmth and hope of many summers
yet to be...
interplayed
between the sound, the day...
the long and lonely distance bridged.
My book of poetry is being redone by me, I have a beautiful cover designed and the book will have a few more than 200 poems in it. I am going to have it printed on demand here in Canada. When it is done I will let you know when it is done and if anyo