life in me

it matters much this non sequitor in time
where i seem to be is always where you are
no matter how much trouble there has been
or love making on earth or air sublime

you seem to call me from somewhere inside
and then you vanish like a winter wind
a springtime air so soft as i look there
toward the blosseming of the first abide

my love of life is boundless ever there
my heart beats out its numbers one by one
knowing that my time is like a light
that flickers in a forests summer night


oh glory be to life and all it's wonders
its summers breeze its winters midnight thunders