Can I enrich the sun above,
flavor it with a taste of honey...
Your heart is torn
in the beautiful mess...
So much to say to you
yet I can't...
A drop of water
unique in cosmos...
A few swift strokes of my pen
create verbal ecosystems...
Luna called to me, during a dark night;
The crows were hauntingly beautiful...
There wiz a maid wae auburn hair
an' oh sae fair o' face...
In an overwhelming darkness,
I find myself to be searching...
There are places that know us well now,
places that learned all of your jokes, and all...
I recall now the colored shells
Strewn cross the beach of Sanibel...
It is a smallish park built for soccer;
thousands of weekend kids play...
I hate the fact
that I saw you...