From My Falling . . .

The more I lost, the more I found

And the more did broken-open letters fly

In coats of many colours

Brave autumn leaves of prismed sunlight

From my falling, loosed and freed

Sailing on this bright day’s breeze

To places far and wide

Would any traveler ever see them?

Find in them quintessential delight?

Would any seeker ever find this leaf 

And read it?

And discover to their pleasure

Their own heart’s hidden pearls

All wrapped in another language

Waiting to be found?