What Should I Be But

We Were So Wholly One I Had Not Thought That We Could Die Apart. I Had Not Thought That I Could Move,—and You Be Stiff And Still! That I Could Speak,—and You Perforce Be Dumb! I Think Our Heart-strings Were, Like Warp And Woof In Some Firm Fabric, Woven In And Out; Your Golden Filaments In Fair Design Across My Duller Fibre.

And Reaching Up My Hand To Try, I Screamed To Feel It Touch The Sky.

... But The Rain Is Full Of Ghosts Tonight

Life Isn't All Beer And Skittles; Few Of Us Have Touched A Skittle In Years.

Longing Alone Is Singer To The Lute.