written 1998
Men of many days ago, Came to realize, he is told, That with all their deeds of bold, They couldn’t understand a girl. They get mad at simple things,
Can centuries melt into days, When into soul, these eyes will gl… Where islands meet And flames consume Any air
She Feels Very Sad, She Looks… The Dark Clouds That Float Abov… The Sadness Is Gone, When She T… “The Rain Won’t Come,” Not Just… Love Created All Things, That T…
Disarray finds its grace lain upon… Hamlet, shall no one touch your sp… So shameless your name like the gl… Your purpose finds no voice, but o… Your words, misshapen, looking to…
The trees are silently weeping, Love only knows what secrets they… Tears, pain & fearfulness seem to… Of people who sit under her branch… Listen & hear her rustling, like t…
For now she watches from a distanc… Wanting so much to be a part Of the dream she sees every day That’s tearing her apart for some Reason she can’t let you go she wa…
She longs for ways and times lost… To regain what was, is not possibl… How to create anew from ancient th… A stone, old, worn, filled with tr… Ancient truths, covered by the san…
The time they have will never end. A dream of hers that will begin. A heart and soul that will soon me… From when it was torn in two. A cry for help that’s finally been…
Thousands of times Over and over again Expressing his heart and mind Staying out of the summer rain Writing his feelings over and over
Sallie, you never held her In the warmth of your arms. Sallie, you never smiled And cooed at her. Sallie, she never gazed into
He wonders now and quests in vain At two or three or four, Before the dawn has lit the pane Or crept across the floor. Is time a rose that plays them fal…
Why can’t times be like they used To be, when words were easy, and Love was free? She loved you, and you loved her.… Hearts together, meant always to b…
Who planned October’s silent song Whose rhythm is the pulsing heart, Whose melody is echo heard From lost chorale the haunting the… Of every solitary art?
Lemon tasting baby dreams Like so many days spent in Readin… Muggy restlessness of summer Watching Kung Fu Or eating
There is so much talk of the mothe… But what about the other. So wise, so strong, so caring, Always giving, Always sharing. Stable shoulder to lay out their f…