Lady Wind, through rustling leaves,
where she doth blow, they go...
When I compare my frame to other men:
I weep, and mirror's glass weeps for me too...
We might be just a dot, a stratum,
buried in the layout of ladybug wings...
lover's eating chips
whilst watching the crab catching...
If you don't love me, then, do I love me?
For I within that love do view me whole...
..we nestled on a carpet
of rich green grass...
Love me incomplete,
the way I am, otherwise...
I stared above on the vast dominant blue
Designed beautifully with clouds of white...
we sat at the back of beyond-
where we listened to the moon...
The nightfall smears a biding shade and plume
as Nyx complexed the clear diurnal day...
Why must the beat of lonesomes heart,
Chime in with constant pain...
Listening to an
Orchestra of...