Leaving my bedroom sleepy and bleary
I chanced to look at the darkened spare room...

Much was important
things I could not do without...

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

When we first met I was your fare,
for you were taking me for a ride...

I speak to you in ancient words
Straight from my heart, nay...

Between realizing our dearest hope
or facing a disappointing outcome...

There's nothing bleak about Spring;
for that you need a good hopeless Winter day...

Is
there...

I have been broken
many times in life...

I mourn innocence
trapped within my youthful faith...

It's a small bridge over a ditch
from the parking lot...

Advantage of age
your gray hairs do not show up...