A grain of wood Runs like a race car Around a multi-colored track Zooming down to the bottom It zooms up

You and her together they’ll be Stealing cocoa and kisses beside t… Her heart would warm to feel you n… To touch your face, your lips, you… These images run rampant through h…

As he sits out by a pond he came t… That he has mastered both body and… On that night he looked for a plac… Where they cared not for beauty an… When he emerged into the night,

Even though you’re far away, In her heart you’ll always stay. Her love for you is always true, There is no other uncle like you. When she was just a little girl,

Promenading mountainous hillsides Cascade beautiful pillow of Fall color. Glorious radiating for reflections… Simultaneously demonstrating dance…

He will always be there When you need someone to care. He will always be there When you are in despair. He will always be there

It costs so little to make Some heart happy each day! Just one kind word, or a smile, A touch, a glance. You may be surprised when someone

Why does she cry these tears, For they belong not to her But to a child of the night. Who is this child that chooses to… Between parked cars at the edge of…

Her love for him is so strong, That with him can never go wrong. He died upon the cross for her, And for this her heart will always… He is the Lord Love,

In the small, quiet room when gues… Home for the night and left him to… To thoughts of them and of the eve… To dishes left unwashed in the bas… And mute furniture left slightly a…

When she looks on the ground She sees such beautiful flowers And she thinks of stars so bright In the sky she imagined in space All the planets must be so hot

The world came to an end in pools… And a flash of blinding, sterile w… Like some cosmic nurse saying, “Bend over, this won’t hurt a bit, Buck up little camper, take it lik…

“You know the old saying,” he said… “The sparrows flock together, the… Then he turned to her and asked wi… “Which are you? The sparrow with… The beautiful beak?”

Misconceived, She was misconceived A mother grieved... And she is left without Still searching for a safe

The breath of tropic winds, ocean… Bends before purple altars Of bougainvillea As incense of night blooming cereu… Swings nocturnal stupor