He
patiently waited for his deliverance
Until
his sailboat arrived at 80
He left
behind him
Missed
ways and silvery clouds
Mother
earth and echoes of smiles
Whispers
of longing for home
Traces
uneasy to recognize
Yet felt
throbbing in his songs and hymns
Unpretentious
and unforgotten
By the
humming bird he wished to be
His
desire for verse
Bursted
in organic flow
(Seldom empty
of passion)
have
covered the shadows
of his Dionysian
letters
and his eternal
love for life
He felt
subdued in his loneliness
But
hopeful and intoxicated
By the
incense of every coming dusk
Out of
his words
An event
speaks freedom
Anguish
and peaceful expectations
A
revelation of songs
Remembered on his birthday 
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