The pattern floating cloudlike on moments of sharp focus
For ever permeating dreamily throughout moods and climates
With every port or pier abandoned still distant vistas ever-viewing
As hope ignores the pattern in its desperate whirlings

So Spring brings its illusions, Summer its sultry pleasures momentary,
Autumn its chill foreshadowing, and Winter its destruction of all before it
It is appointed unto All one single cycle of seasons
Indifferent, inexorable, in progress even now speaking

The dream gives power to longing, longing to the dream
As human blood begins its journey anew, lovers joining constant
Into birth, into false hope, into future joinings, blind and striving
For this world presents no dilemmas except to those
Crazed by hope