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
Coming home in the rain
To my home again
My kids, my wife.
The heart of my life...
The soft late sun outlines the trees
Before its setting threads the sky
With cloud and gleam then going frees...
