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This poem was written in the 1970s

    LATE NIGHT THOUGHTS

The street lights die in sudden unison

Await tomorrow after turning off today

Sleep in its meandering procession

Has forgotten to collect me on its way

Alone I lie, my longings all unheard

I wonder if by some telepathic force

My thoughts may be transferred

To your sleep’s untroubled course

The moon’s silver sliver slides across my room

As gentle in its touch as my thoughts are

Is my forbidden love to be as the bloom

Of a forever unseen flower?