high coo

ben goertzel

You came, a traveler from another land
And now, returning there, you leave

Headlong wind carries my thoughts away,
filling trees with their fragments, I'm

uneasy.  There's no saying how this feels
or if we'll ever meet again.  I lust for

you without understanding
what it is you are

I look far, farther, without seeing
you, my eyes grow tired

and spill their music
I see foggy peaks

The wind is clear and cool
Moon is bright

After this night, will we ever see
or even think of each other again?

It's not possible to feel this particular
moment, or ever to have it twice