Though the souring time may be beset with woe,There comes a moment when these sombre clocks eruptAnd freeze the colour of your lips upon my faceIn a b..
My dreams of delusionNow burn like paperWhose embers float in the breeze.And onward they flyIn plume and in smokeIn the most apparent of ease.If life'..
Breathe my name with the breeze that rustlesThrough the leaves and part your velvet-touchedLips, that they may take my own rough onesTo a place as nea..
There is a place near the corner of your eyeWhere your eyelashes curve serenelyAround the vicissitudes of beingAnd the world melts into a sunlit dream..
In the wistful rumble of disgruntled wind,And in the squall of the home-bound thrush,In the hush of the new morning's wakeAnd in the music of your che..