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
I will remember you, you orange sky
West from the window of the train I watch
Amazed that in this latter age the touch...
When coming out into the evening air
The sky is filled with promise, blue or clouded
The streets are joy, the bus beyond compare...
