Well, Write Poetry, For God's

You Are My Sun, My Moon, And All My Stars.

Yours Is The Light By Which My Spirit's Born: - You Are My Sun, My Moon, And All My Stars.

Worms Are The Words But Joy's The Voice

Who Can Tell Truth From Falsehood Any More? I Say It, And You Feel It In Your Hearts: No Man Or Woman On This Big Small Earth. How Should Our Sages Miss The Mark Of Life, And Our Most Skillful Players Lose The Game? Your Hearts Will Tell You, As My Heart Has Told Me: Because All Know, And No One Understands.

Someones Married Their Everyones Laughed Their Cryings And Did Their Dance (sleep Wake Hope And Then) They Said Their Nevers They Slept Their Dream