Herman and adieu to letting go!!!

I feel loved
I feel it surrounding me..
in a French accent, in a dream, in a reality.

I saw it in the photos of Herman Melville's house.
Through his woods, his window.

I let go of my vein in my head that matched the one under your eye,
I said adieu.
I say it now and always.

I dropped the poison.
I am now anew.

I can sit alone or with old linkings
I am loved.
When I read "Israel Potter", and the mountains of The Berkshires
I was shocked
how I have been missing out.
how I was once in the midst of blue mountains,
now I can go anywhere.

Thanks to Herman and saying adieu,
to letting go.