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.