What is the grief that we have yet to know?
For there will come a day when our mothers will...

You may always take my hands to lead me to your
lands...

Of all the stars that God has shown
Throughout my many lives...

Trust, is sleeping in the back seat of the car...
Love, is your mother cutting an apple and giving...

I never cared for summer days
Nor winter snow and sleet...

With beauty herself draped in your word
Sounding the veins of any who heard...

The body vanished
The soul continues to march...

Sounds of coarse disdain
This man stands on baseless words...

I will try to love as you
Walk in every shoe...

This smile no longer reaches my eyes
For it has become the perfect guise...

Why do you stay at the end of my gaze
That woman whom even gods praise...

I’ve been to an island of thieves
Where my only pleasure was the passing breeze...