Thoughts In Halting-Places

Hidden from darkness my feeling of all Dreams of the moments that whisper away Every its coming in heart's root lay The times that are trying in its true call Dust of my wander in motions and fall Each its own meaning that they can convey In presence and embrace of lost array Through silver wings windows of forestall Coming of clearance in wide open stand Its pursuing on, that gives all fresh try Thoughts in halting-places no one command Itinerant excursion that meet the eye Like ongoing drift time and space cannot catch Its covering spot on shape and each mismatch