A Life Without Love Isn’t

Awake Asleep Ought To Be With Us - So He May See Dreams In Wakefulness.

Poems Reach Up Like Spindrift And The Edge Of Driftwood Along The Beach, Wanting! They Derive From A Slow And Powerful Root That We Can’t See. Stop The Words Now. Open The Window In The Center Of Your Chest, And Let The Spirits Fly In And Out.

Let The Beloved Be A Hat Pulled Down Firmly On My Head.

A Pen Went Scribbling Along. When It Tried To Write Love, It Broke.

If You Are Wholly Perplexed And In Straits, Have Patience, For Patience Is The Key To Joy.