what a beautiful face
I have found in this place
that is circling all round the sun
what a beautiful dream
that could flash on the screen
in the blink of an eye
and be gone from me
soft and sweet
let me hold it close
and keep it here with me
and one day we will die
and our ashes will fly
from the aeroplane over the sea
but for now we are young
let us lay in the sun.
Essays from an Aging Youth 