A love in verse


Performed by

Just now I strode the road, wondering where

Happiness lies. Does happiness lie?

Is so much of that for which we care

Ephemeral, unreal? The case for which we cry?

Thinking of your sweetness, this thought intervenes:

That money-like love, for which God I thank – 

Is the source of true content, the currency, the means

To restore the balance: it’s money in the bank 


Spring Without You

No, it could never be the same-

And yet the cherry tree two doors down

Exploded in pink as if to drown...


It’s good to wait for one you love

I wait in the still by the lamps’ gold light

I and a plethora of things...