She lives through fire,
dancing radiant and free...

She loves poetry read softly
by candlelight to classical music...

There is an incredible feeling
When one loses chains...

It glistens in the light,
This length of steel...

I’d like the table
To remain its...

No delight
No sorrow...

If my body were my soul
I would have long...

The minarets of the city yet
Ring with the muezzin's call...

I walk with stolen vision
through mist-shrouded fields...

They watch in hopeful silence
This struggle for resuscitation...

I blink too late
for my salvation...

What an elegant quilt
My trusting has made...