On a pale winter's moon
when all do sleep...

Each time you walk
through that door...

Stars within stars
Moon without earth...

Gallant ship
All hands on deck...

Dear Lord, how do I make
a covenant with this poem...

Standing near the
deepest part of...

Yes, words are
the magic elixir...

The red nose clown
Makes a funny sound...

One day a poem stood at my doorstep
and I let it come in to get warm and dry...

Joy comes in the mourning,
and you color me true...

If I should say to the king:
I will bring you this ring...

On the broken backs
of cold mountains...