It's years later, I'm meeting you still, in dreams, where only there will I make you come. You're so far away and above me, years and marriages and money stand arm in arm, blocking
Where can the heart go - here, but be still? Pulled; then cushioned by rhythm of river, rhythm of rain. Pulsing, meeting the beating, thrum and thrust of the living
‘What did she say’ -Father ‘‘ I like pink’ -Mother ‘What did you say I said’- Girl ‘I like pink’ -Mother ‘I‘m not going to live with you any more’.- Girl
Why cry? Now it's Autumn and leaves are falling copiously as tears. Tears will stain the book; ink will run and all my thoughts will be undone. Why cry? Outside clouds rush by,