My Soul Is An Empty Carousel At

What Did The Tree Learn From The Earth To Be Able To Talk With The Sky?

Do Tears Not Yet Spilled Wait In Small Lakes?

I Love You As Certain Dark Things Are To Be Loved, In Secret, Between The Shadow And The Soul.

White Bee, Even When You Are Gone You Buzz In My Soul You Live Again In Time, Slender And Silent.

I Spin On The Circle Of Wave Upon Wave Of The Sea.