I shall not take

I shall not take that I do not own
but wait in hope the gift I seek,
you have not spoken, but
the promise there to see,
why, in the black of night. my promise
made, so glib, not to take, but wait
made in haste, not to take that
I do not own and cannot buy,
nor gold nor silver can contain?
There is no sense beyond I write,
thoughts more mixed than this
a dictionary, more ordered than
my babel mind a turmoil
disturbing sleep which dreams
beyond the blue horizon,
a gift to seek, but not to take
until there is sense in this I write.