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
Though seasons turn it shan’t be hard
To see those last years out
Must find things different, catch them starred...
Darkness has won - though street-lamps soldier on
Still overall oblivion’s in the sky
Thick and ruthless enemy of the eye...
