His Lips Drink Water But His Heart

Hate Blows A Bubble Of Despair Into Hugeness World System Universe And Bang -fear Buries A Tomorrow Under Woe And Up Comes Yesterday Most Green And Young

Tumbling-hair Picker Of Buttercups Violets Dandelions And The Big Bullying Daisies Through The Field Wonderful With Eyes A Little Sorry Another Comes Also Picking Flowers

Yours Is The Light By Which My Spirit's Born: - You Are My Sun, My Moon, And All My Stars.

Unbeing Dead Isn't Being Alive.

It Takes Three To Make A Child.