A dream is a butterfly Fresh from the cocoon That is realized and soon Flutters up into the sky Or faltering, goes astray

Oh star – brightest star – That’s first in the sky – I don’t need advice; I just need an ear. Nobody else must know

Love is two pairs of footprints Impressed in the sand. Will you ever walk beside me And together go home? Love is sunlight that makes

You can no more catch the sun Than I can command the rain Yet love is an experience Worthy of anguish for gain.

My friend once sighed That he watches planes fly by And wonders where they’re going. The world’s tempo beats on. I, too, prefer to stop along

See there marches Orion With Sirius close at his feet Tarrying not long in the air To begin the midnight hunt. His quickened breath congeals—

Like gold of Havilah God is true and straight. I can exhort Adonai For his tender heart. Be it ambivalence

The wind hears many secrets As he blows at his election. Only a hearer at best— He mulls them over and again But doesn’t repeat or think aloud

Spring days like these Were made for katie ruellia— Who is royalty among flowers— Robed delicately in purple. There – she arrived for the festiv…

Come and find me in this garden; I know not where the hours go. Palm fronds brush against my cheek… Lone toadstool, blush of mallow. They say this is the Garden of Ed…

Come, graceful brittlebush And creamy globe mallow blooms. The winds of spring call you Again from the sandy tombs. Come, you dashing lupine

Our Sun imprints heavy July Upon a crimson sunset. The first star I see in the west Brings with it a cobalt sigh...

Like the Sphinx Igor lies regally With eyes closed off To the world. He finds his zen

Death, to me, is a stranger; I know not his whereabouts. I’ve seen him but haven’t heard – I know of him but we’ve not met. He spoke at length with my elder

Two streams that converge And flow inextricably Are like two lovers Meandering about who meet - Not knowing anything of what