We gnarled chubby knees
on convoluted trees
as we swayed upon the yardarm
sailing stormy

Sweetheart/
my lover/
the long wait is more than I can bare/
your heart it is so close to

AND where does
love go
When upon the last
ember of life
a lover sheds
her golden cord
and

There's an infinite difference between those
That are good and bad; for eternity
Separates them

The moon is not as far as we are told;
The universe is not so very old.
The stars are not suns; –

There was once a foaming sea
Facing near eternity.
On it, a woman and child
With hair blowing in