You are my life: there’s no divide
Hard words could cause or temper bring
I love you more than being or thing
On earth was ever loved: inside
The soil of every angry scene
A new seed sends shoots, fresh and green
Good year, 1996
The stars will come soon
Down to the earth they’ll dip
To study you – they’ll bring the moon...
And where Rose goes, who knows?
Right now I know she sleeps
When I’m spark out, she’ll be about...
