In tiny wisps of veil’d smoke
diffused the light through which I see.
Therein live the treasured folk
of cherished friendship’s filigree.
To enter now is to escape
all notice of redacted scenes
of lithely gotten vineyard grape
all subtle, sparkling red of sheen.
‘Tis later now than when begun
this sauntering down a mem’ry lane
to yet retain my passag’d ones
returned and fullnesses retained.