Twisting freely in the gale
stripped of promises to keep...

May your life bear trouble enough to overcome,
may your soul be restless enough to be driven...

Looking back is easier now
don’t have to turn my head...

Stones set down with seven hundred years accrued
are o’ertaken by trees and newer dogma...

Seen many hyped up premieres,
events that promised to be...

The longer I crawl this earth
the more my pleasures shrink...

For youths who survive and win:
may you raise your children...

She stands in their hotel room
gripped by deadly weather cast...

I do not want to be cuddled
or sheltered by your charms...

Don't think I'm one to recriminate,
each of us must follow our course...

This life is my river
downstream are family and friends...

I sway in gentle hammock rhythms
. [caged without key...