She entrusted billowing notes
to be interpreted by migrants...

What would happen
if all our decisions...

We are all called to live a holy life
whether by taking vows of celibacy...

The fire through the demeanors of others
puts my rising thought to shame...

Evolving time decays around your touch
months of raspy birth breaking through...

Rose, are you willing to forget?
How can I stand on his porch step...

You melted your every wish for me,
molding a small outlook of our love...

Cologne lingers after the leaves
of my seasonal muse...

I carried you across
aching months of devastation...

From golden morn' I watched the ocean swell
alive with wonder, rushing into sky...

I'm gong to move away
from all I've taught myself...

When I contemplate
morning's praise...