Through regular paths I tread,
regularity soothes the ageing beat...

If time shall prove you breathe whilst I cannot
And that same gentled breath need mourn for me...

It does appear to me that souls' deceased;
Whom died by cancer's deadly spread of mole...

To dearest love of mine, that has yet been:
Tho' sight reveals you not, by love I know...

If love has us entwined, then let be three;
And of our genes we splice, proportion you...

To lay amidst the sweetest ocean breeze:
And nestle me to sand a sandy bed...

Before your ever blackness comes, let know:
By candle lit, your light lives in new breath...

Behind the thoughtless rush that rules my dome;
Rebels a thought to it's impermanence...

I fear not death, but death without rebirth;
For how I'll doubly miss the southern spring...

The sadness holds me helpless as the sand-
Awaits for waves to drown it's grains with salt...

There's a spot on the wall
Small and dark, just one...

Tho' I've no 'scope to witness distant spheres
Nor fortune, bribing way to travel space...