One Flower May Slay The Winter And

O Do Not Weep, She Says, For Ages Past I Was And I Endure

Let Love Step Down, Open The Clasped Hands, Forfeit The Thorny Crown, Retrieve The Garment That Was Whole, Body And Spirit One, Spirit And Soul.

Writing. Love Is Writing.

Cheat Me Not With Time, With The Dull Ache Of Flesh, For All Flesh Turns, Even The Loveliest Ankle And Frail Thigh, To Bitterest Dust.

We Don't Have To Know,only To Be:let Go The Jumble Of Worn Words,reason And Vanity.