From What We Cannot Hold The Stars

I Have Been Younger In October Than In All The Months Of Spring.

I Offer You What I Have My Poverty

I Also Think That Life Itself Is Both Indifferent To Us And The Source Of All Of Our Joys And Everything That We Love. And It's Necessary To Accept The One In Order To Love The Other.

So This Is What I Am Pondering His Eyes That Could Not Conceive That I Was A Creature To Run From I Who Have Always Believed Too Much In Words

Send Me Out Into Another Life Lord Because This One Is Growing Faint I Do Not Think It Goes All The Way