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
Across the view the long wall stretches
Dark, but topped with lonely snow
Stark branches grasp a sky that’s low...
Time is so brief I fear
In which to have you near
Your work extends you so...
