Look Around—there's Only One Thing Of Danger

To Love Is To Tilt With The Lightning, Two Bodies Routed By A Single Honey's Sweet.

Here I Love You And The Horizon Hides You In Vain. I Love You Still Among These Cold Things. Sometimes My Kisses Go On Those Heavy Vessels That Cross The Sea Towards No Arrival. I See Myself Forgotten Like Those Old Anchors. The Piers Sadden When The Afternoon Moors There. My Life Grows Tired, Hungry To No Purpose. I Love What I Do Not Have. You Are So Far. My Loathing Wrestles With The Slow Twilights. But Night Comes And Starts To Sing To Me.

Megaphone In Which The Wind Passes Singing.

While I'm Writing, I'm Far Away; And When I Come Back, I've Gone.

Love Is The Mystery Of Water And A Star.