Not quite as fine as ash,
In sheets as black as night...

In days I hope won't leave my past, like sorrow...
'Lest angels bring them back to me at night when I...

If Sun be birthed by Day in sky and wishing ceased...
I'd find that dreams be more than real and know...

I wish I hadn't, but my eyes grew weary,
worn from searching yours...

Made not of salt, nor streaked with bleek,
instead I find them soft and sweet...

A touch of fantasy is all one needs
to become addicted to the unattainable...

Daily voyages seldom carry us for too long alone.
Lifetimes may lead a bit further out to sea...

There was a time we soared above the highest...
No whit at all of nature's quirks or note of how...

'Twas there! On the edge of the meadow when it...
On this day, I thought, no beast nor blossom could...