Light and Shadow divide the world into more than four dimensions... 

Shadows climb the mountains as the clouds fly up above... 

The whirlpools swirl, unfurling and turning with snarls of swooning waves 

My Scented Hall

I smelled a pine scented hallway.
It was not there, but it existed
Beneath and above the cool concrete,
And spreading laurel bushes

There was a golden-rayed arbor.

There beneath my feet the fallen
Boughs gave fragrance
And above, the spreading braches
Carved the sky with arches golden-bright with
Gilded green.

Beneath them, the branches, - lo I travel
Not beside the urban highway.
I am sure of my scented hall.
And as I tread my memory plays-and
Then forgets.

Cold

Today is cold, very, very cold.
And all the city is blanketed in ice.
Every minute is quite unheard of for its brittle cold
And I don't know when I shall be warm again.
Well, perhaps this afternoon
When the sun warms the earth and the city's cold hands
Stretch and move in front of the golden hearth
That is our own bright star
And all the birds stop their bickering
And rest upon the lines, only hopping at each other playfully
In the warmth of the light
And all the clouds go by in laziness
Looking down on us elegantly
From the cold that is still above
And, it could be, wishing for a moment
To feel the fire that the warm of our ground would be to them.