Copyright 1964

for Nick Drake

You were a new realm of things
eyes that wouldn't close in the dark
and a mind       boundless an ocean
when standing on a beach at the crack of dawn

your sloping shoulders
carried every day of your life since birth
you could've been so tall and hopeful

and I think of you today while standing
on Brighton's       almost       clean sand
a careless rain       ruining any chance of forgiveness

behind me       an ice cream van waits by the empty pier
undaunted       its jingle clamors through the weather
and it's then       I realize
nothing is boundless