In life he was ever oppressed
but always gave life a hard time...

Old man still a child
rubs mist from a tram window...

You dance, leading me rhythmically,
in a slow waltz at three/four time...

Already dead tree
provides a safe nesting site...

Sorcerous arcs slashed the vast night
craven blades, as cruel as their light...

It's a husband's job
to misconstrue his wife's tastes...

Counting again - dammit:
steps, calories, lights, days...

These rocky mountains are now hers;
flowers - subtle myths of childhood...

Hardly exciting,
first ice cream truck of Summer...

A father's a man
who gets his own birthday cake...

I was a young man
and I spoke in symbols...

My love for you, child,
is boundless as the sea...