no, it was not very difficult to allow many br other things & thoughts to fill this gaping void br where we once together spent our quiet moments br br but these distractions have not my pining assuaged br the withdrawal of not having you here by me br is a feeling gnarling at the pit of my gut br br yet I have resolved not to be cast down br keeping constantly before my eyes your promise br dreaming beyond paper planes & stubbed-out crayons br br time & space are not sufficient to contain br that part of me that with you experiences & lives br so here i lightly tred amid the peat & the moss br br blending what is imagined & what is in fact real br walking toward the lilting songs of languid streams br where hope whittles away this overwhelming subterfuge br br i catch a turquoised vision of dancing lights br proferring a glimpse of that thrilling prospect br of faith in your returning home in due season true br br br `br br Frederick Kesnerbr br