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
There’s all the plays I never wrote
And all the parts I didn’t play
No screenplays either I must say...
Somewhere in the case – of strain
Of useless cares and unmeant pain
There lies a thought ‘nothing’s forever’...
