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 think about Tom
I stop thinking
Where’s cash coming from...
Just now I strode the road, wondering where
Happiness lies. Does happiness lie?
Is so much of that for which we care...
