It May Take Two People To Make

There's Time For Laughing And There's Time For Crying— For Hoping For Despair For Peace For Longing —a Time For Growing And A Time For Dying: A Night For Silence And A Day For Singing But More Than All(as All Your More Than Eyes Tell Me)there Is A Time For Timelessness

(existing's Tricky:but To Live's A Gift)

The Voice Of Your Eyes Is Deeper Than All Roses

Lessons Hide In His Wrinkles. Bells Ding In The Oldness Of Eyes. Did He By, Any Chance, Tell Children That There Are Such Monstrous Things As Peace And Goodwill...a Corrupter Of Youth No Doubt.

The Sweet Small Clumsy Feet Of April Came Into The Ragged Meadow Of My Soul.