"My morning sights Are often brimmed With the rising Awesomeness. They are often warm, Such mornings— A bird or two, Peck At my window; A bunch or more, Flick their tails..."
"I've been trying To reach you, dear one, But it's late on the clock. The am is on us: The night is full, The moon is shy, And the sky is twinkly; The heavens are alive, As the earth replenishes. The hour, indeed, is late And, ah, I..."
"I remember you and I; They were good times, The old times— If we could go back! If we could relive Every moment, Now... Oh, if we could..."
“I want only your heart,” If I’d ask. I want to feel, as alive, A piece of you In me, in me, oh, in me— Driving me nuts, yet making me Whole, and yet, razing me Down within, until..."
"Four will meet Sometime after noon. They may take a walk That leads to a bar. They may find A corner table; It could be their spot. They may crack Their ribs in laughter— Pure pearls..."
"I thought I knew what faith was. I even had a default definition somewhere in my mind; not perfect, but good enough—believing in something you can’t see. But is that all? ..."
"It will rain harder In your heart, dear one. You will drown..."
"Life can feel like a sad story Or a sweet song; The plot is yours, as the beat is. Write a story you'll love, And a song your heart Will remember with bliss..."
"As chief, father had insisted on living in a regular hut—a simple thatch of a clay-mud mixture, completed by firm stands. Our reed..."
"I loved the bottle. We first met by accident—but looking back, I can’t make up my mind; it was either in my path or I was, for some reason, in its path. Beginnings can be..."