I must record this happiness

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

Wha'd you think?