As You Are Now So

Heart Of My Heart, Were It More, More Would Be Laid At Your Feet.

You Cannot Eat Your Cake And Have It.

His Heart Danced Upon Her Movement Like A Cork Upon A Tide.

I Am, A Stride At A Time. A Very Short Space Of Time Through Very Short Time Of Space.

Evening Had Fallen. A Rim Of The Young Moon Cleft The Pale Waste Of Sky Line, The Rim Of A Silver Hoop Embedded In Grey Sand: And The Tide Was Flowing In Fast To The Land With A Low Whisper Of Her Waves, Islanding A Few Last Figures In Distant Pools.