We Love The Things We Love For

The Heart Can Think Of No Devotion Greater Than Being Shore To The Ocean- Holding The Curve Of One Position, Counting An Endless Repetition.

I Hope To Leave Behind A Few Poems It Will Be Hard To Get Rid Of.

It Was Far In The Sameness Of The Wood; I Was Running With Joy On The Demon's Trail, Though I Knew What I Hunted Was No True God.

They Would Not Find Me Changed From Him They Knew - Only More Sure Of All I Thought Was True.

Lord, I Have Loved Your Sky, Be It Said Against Or For Me, Have Loved It Clear And High, Or Low And Stormy...