They Say Eyes Clear With Age.

Death: The Anaesthetic From Which None Come Round.

In Everyone There Sleeps. A Sense Of Life Lived According To Love. To Some It Means The Difference They Could Make. By Loving Others, But Across Most It Sweeps. As All They Might Have Done Had They Been Loved. That Nothing Cures.

Boys Dream Of Native Girls Who Bring Breadfruit, Whatever They Are.

On Me Your Voice Falls As They Say Love Should, Like An Enormous Yes.

Things Are Tougher Than We Are, Just As Earth Will Always Respond However We Mess It About.