I Came To Love, I Came Into

I Lose And Find Myself In The Long Water. I Am Gathered Together Once More.

What Falls Away Is Always. And Is Near.

The Light Comes Brighter From The East; The Cawof Restive Crows Is Sharper On The Ear.

Any Fool Can Take A Bad Line Out Of A Poem; It Takes A Real Pro To Throw Out A Good Line.

May My Silences Become More Accurate.