When mine eyes near to close - for truest sleep
then best her gentle hand beside me hold...

If I could shrink an ailing body piece
then from my chest dilute the torrid pain...

When I shall die, in spring I will return
in budding maze of rainbow flowered plush...

Near the wavey waltz of beach
above are Gulls flocking by...

Could which of nature's art, out-glow her grace?
Of silver specks in night, I start with ease...

Hello to all in this a sad event
the passing great - our leader Donald Trump...

Conversing lover's tongue - I may neglect
to discourse plainly; love we hold as true...

If truest sleep shall take my love aloft
as brittle fate appears to favor course...

Shall I exalt your grace as seasons bring?
In winter; you're a frosty glazed escape...

Of nature's pairing hearts that love renowned
shall I compare the depths of those duets...

Shall I return to fading scribes of old?
That once with each a turn and covered page...

Am reaped into the nether realms of grief
with piths embalming loves' corrosive drear...