There is a male cat (uncut),
whom some poets forget to mention, it's true...

In Spring, I plucked thee,
and heard the wet snap of twigs...

You speak of mountains,
but what of...

I was looking for a word I could not find
And when I finally found it...

Dawn lights over mountains
in the backdrop as...

There is something to
that look in her eye...

I saw my love standing there on the edge of cliffs...
She turned to look at me and asked, "Desmond, are...

Looking from my window
Straining hard to see...

They say healing is in the forgetting, so I tear...
It doesn’t take much...

The scent of jasmine in a rush;
the sun gleaming heat...

Wipe your bitter tears; see the beauty
If these were your last days, the world would fade...

We share a knowingly thought full
Conversation, even if...