That you might yet exist seems strange to think of!
I'm long since lost in wist no change to think of
ten thousand delicate songs I've thrown away!
where seas are made from mist there's range to think of
you were the one whose hide-&-seek intrigued us!
there's still your stock-in-trade exchange to think of
don't dawn & dusk illuminate your enigma?
who mention seas have quite a plunge to think of!
what if world & faith are premised on unknowables?
life sans the hope of you I cringe to think of
the Buddha's sarvo dukham sounded so general
among life's maladies there's mange to think of
who've pondered everything except the beloved
might yet her fragrant tress arrange to think of
for Raphael let's wait on sending condolences --
not death yet (just a bit deranged) to think of
sarvo dukham [Skt.]: "everything is suffering"