somewhere I have never traveled, gladly beyond
any experience, your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which I cannot touch because they are too near
your slightest look easily will unclose me
though I have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully, mysteriously)her first rose
or if your wish be to close me, I and
my life will shut very beautifully, suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;
(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens; only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands
Go With Grace
Each morning of this month
Being With You
You bring the sunshine to my rain.
Why Me Why You
why is it when I look in your eyes,
Final Moments
It wrecks me, that last moment
I Can Be Anything You Want And Need
I can be the silence
Very Special Friends
We didn't grow up together.
Take Me To The Center Of Your Soul
Love Is...
I believe that love is loyalty.
Love Sits On My Shoulder
Love sits on my shoulder and whispers in my ear.
A Time To Talk
When a friend calls to me from the road