A Slight Wind Shakes The Seed-pods My

We Are Voyagers, Discoverers Of The Not-known, The Unrecorded; We Have No Map; Possibly We Will Reach Haven, Heaven.

I Myself Have Seen The Floating Ships And Nothing Will Ever Be The Same The Shouts, The Harrowing Voices Within The House. I Stand Apart With An Army: My Mind Is Graven With Ships.

Ardent Yet Chill And Formal, How I Ache To Tempt A Chisel As A Sculptor.

I Fear No Man, No Woman; Flower Does Not Fear Bird, Insect Nor Adder.

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