She aches for the beach
that never seems to come...

I lay here next to you
with death between us...

I have been broken
many times in life...

From the intimacy of my public life
I hide you away fearing theft...

Some of you children must go to the stars
please take my ashes, they're ever so light...

In times of need
your friends will feed...

Climbed sacred mountains
swam in pools of the goddesses...

Traffic light cycled
no one moved yet no one honked...

It is a smallish park built for soccer;
thousands of weekend kids play...

Sometimes bitter disappointment
keeps you from remembering...

No lamp will ever
house a genie, even so...

Water slapped against banks of the Blue Nile;
something huge caused an unnatural wake...