Snow temple ruin Waiting, watching -- Not for praisers, but the praised

Snow temple ruin Waiting, watching -- Not for praisers, but the praised
sky awakening blue as never downhill towards forgetting
we never mean to, we just forget at one time, we had values
it is possible for us to be a little bit too open
some paints are happy and inviting like a kindergarten class
simple lines and spare open spaces leading into tomorrow
an old reflection on a new theme: individuality
the poet now a studebaker the latest in what is old
waves move and surround strong and gentle the way love draws its circles