A Dreamer, I Walked Enchanted,

Looking From The Window At The Fantastic Light And Colour Of My Glittering Fairy-world Of Fact That Holds No Tenderness, No Quietude, I Long Suddenly For Peace, For Understanding.

This House Sheltered Us, We Spoke, We Loved Within Those Walls. That Was Yesterday. To-day We Pass On, We See It No More, And We Are Different, Changed In Some Infinitesimal Way. We Can Never Be Quite The Same Again.

How Simple Life Becomes When Things Like Mirrors Are Forgotten.

Life And Death Do Not Wait For Legal Action.

A Bad Workman Blames His Tools.