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
Forgive long days when no notes come
I feel the lack as well as you –
Something creative and honest to do...
You’re my beauty (boredom’s death!)
The beast maybe me, I don’t know
Or p’raps a frog who’ll suddenly grow...
