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
It’s peaceful now. The afternoon is still.
The street is quiet. Voices very dear
Reach up the stairs...
I strode home through the rec
A fine wintry evening, one star alight
And a lonely plane, in the dimmed blue sky...
