I Tried Each Thing, Only Some Were

The Evening Light Was Like Honey In The Trees When You Left Me And Walked To The End Of The Street Where The Sunset Abruptly Ended. The Wedding-cake Drawbridge Lowered Itself To The Fragile Forget-me-not Flower. You Climbed Aboard. Burnt Horizons Suddenly Paved With Golden Stones, Dreams I Had, Including Suicide, Puff Out The Hot-air Balloon Now. It Is Bursting, It Is About To Burst

I Write With Experiences In Mind, But I Don't Write About Them, I Write Out Of Them.

Where Then Shall Hope And Fear Their Objects Find?

The Soul Establishes Itself. But How Far Can It Swim Out Through The Eyes And Still Return Safely To Its Nest?

I Tried Each Thing, Only Some Were Immortal And Free.