Thankyou dear loverboy,
from searching back my
shabby shed all through
the darkness of this night
From Poems
Dancing tree
Come nearer, said
the rustling tree, come
Today We Mourn
Today we mourn You
All, the Massacred
Lost in such vistas of Solstice Confusion
Heading West into the River Country
We gaze up to the Oak, bittersweet at parting
Hey Mister Szanderling give me your Dream
Hey Mister Szanderling give me
your dream and I’ll give you mine