The Eyes Of My Eyes Are Opened.

You And I Are More Than You And I Because It's We.

All In Green Went My Love Of Riding On A Great Horse Of Gold Into The Silver Dawn.

If There Are Any Heavens My Mother Will(all By Herself)have One. It Will Not Be A Pansy Heaven Or A Fragile Heaven Of Lilies-of-the-valley But It Will Be A Heaven Of Blackred Roses My Father Will Be(deep Like A Rose Tall Like A Rose) Standing Near My Swaying Over Her (silent) With Eyes Which Are Really Petals And See Nothing With The Face Of A Poet Really Which Is A Flower And Not A Face With Hands Which Whisper This Is My Beloved My (suddenly In Sunlight He Will Bow, And The Whole Garden Will Bow)

When Skies Are Hanged And Oceans Drowned, The Single Secret Will Still Be Man

Buffalo Bill's Defunct