I must record it so that I can remember
What happiness was.
The warmth and weight of your body
Smooth and grey — asleep.
A beam of light passing through a crooked venetian blind
The moon or a street-light outside?
The soft sounds of a summer night
Long, lazy, lingering
Like the hush that fills the soul after
A beautiful sound has just been played.
Vancouver, B.C. — July, 1963