They tried to explain,
As they tried to keep us tame...

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies
I'm not cute or built to suit a model's fashion...

If the sky above seems cloudy,
And your are left out in the rain...

It is a night of dark desire, a song of sorrow,
wolves vent their cry. The dark one...

When i was seventeen my boyfriend had
A Harley Davidson. That summer i loved...

And can we trust the words of healing yet?
You at your couch's end and i on mine...

In Sevilla there is a little square
hidden in the maze of streets...

In the waning heat
at the end...

A poem is a little path
That leads you through the trees...

My roots are deep within you,
Growing as you grow...

I like to watch the falling snow.
It puts on such a lovely show...

Nature, it's true,
Is full of surprises...