I dreamed of us last night
of a way that never was...
Still I seek resurrection
from mold of Christmas...
All travel may carry its dangers
whether driving the Mid-East...
un sospiro respirato da due
Afterwards, when our love was young...
Tear runs down a sallow cheek
aged body lies in the bier...
Your lips taught me the first knowledge...
I entered through the nave, avoiding the...
dipped my hand in the font and blessed myself...
You who cast your living snobbery against
our years long past ought to bear it lightly...
Anticipation
before the bird beats its wings...
Beguine: the Science
God's enveloping cloud of unknowing...
See it in the obeisance of a gently nodded head
leaving the tent of a man in charge of destiny...
Often I blink back the years
To yesterdays stories...