I look behind me and see the sunsets
and footprints in the paths of places I...

Poor dreams that are never dreamt nor breathed to
life; never heard nor laid to love. Poor sighs...

You are hated by
A couple of lovers...

They call it "The Altar"
Because it raises up...

She spoke to me within a dream
Where she touched me out of time...

Will you love me in the spring
And will you love me in the fall...

My own lover keeps one eye on the door
And you know what that means...

Shingles drift toward waiting gutters
In their quiet quest for escape...

For I have longed
Through Longing's long...

Different psychiatrists
Who depend on strangers...

The heart is such a tricky thing,
It gently dares perceive...

The paradise of souls, my dear,
Is what you are to me...