Keep Silence, Be Mute. If You Have

Your Grief For What You've Lost Lifts A Mirror Up To Where You're Bravely Working.

In The Middle Of My Heart, A Star Appeared, And The Seven Heavens Were Lost In Its Brilliance.

Very Little Grows On Jagged Rock. Be Ground. Be Crumbled, So Wildflowers Will Come Up Where You Are.

Awake Asleep Ought To Be With Us - So He May See Dreams In Wakefulness.

O My Choice Beauty You've Gone But Your Love Remains In My Heart Your Image In My Eye O Guide On My Winding Road I Keep Turning Round And Round In The Hopes Of Finding You