For thee I'll daub this poet's pen
in tar that marks the harpy's den...

I swim with the whales, I slide with the snakes,
I dream in the night and when I'm awake...

I laid my hands upon her breast
And hoped for life anew...

Never a word did you utter that day
That your life here had run its course...

When time itself has run its endless course
And rivers dry before they meet the sea...

Dithering, digesting the soiled land,
it slid and slipped beneath the rocks...

If heaven bursts, they all fall down
and there will be no hiding place...

The loneliness of plundered, foreign lands
Has gifted back my love of England's green...

Can you see me up there, on top of a cloud,
I'm floating above you...

I've watched the seasons come and go -
The clouds to sun, the sun to snow...

She understood the course she had to chart
But roads are often built with twists and turns...

"If the world was all
one country, then we wouldn't...