You are my life: there’s no divide
Hard words could cause or temper bring
I love you more than being or thing
On earth was ever loved: inside
The soil of every angry scene
A new seed sends shoots, fresh and green
Good year, 1996
When I was young, my bells were rung
For impossible adventures
It’s not the same, no bells proclaim...
Your garden – I can hardly see
Under this glooming summer – dusk sky
The stalwart gnomes peer out at me...
