i fear there is a living much beyond this

I fear there is a living much beyond this

I fear I exist in places I do not know.

A friend wrote to me,

says he finds no peace ---

the way we yearn for a thing we do not yet know. 

Alas, the air has warmed

Spring has so quickly come and gone.

All before I could awaken

That winter slumber, my seeds not yet sown.

I fear there is a living made

for a taller person, a better woman,

and she flourishes in the avenues ---

Atlantis of peoples' souls.

And they tell me about her,

eyes gleaming, that hopeful pearly gaze,

Hand me her shoes, her gown, her coat,

But I have not yet grown.