This pen works in unseen waysIt writes of you this nightI know not why it should thus beWhen you are so out of my sightFate is a cunning old trickster..
And so I wrote this insightful poemAbout the workings of this worldOf things that mattered in timeThat people forgot and sometimes ignoredAnd I though..
My remembrance of your beingIs like the sweetest of dreamsThe edges of which never fadeI find you in the early morning SunYour presence lingers when i..
On the canvas of life when he drew usHe etched our lives not singly but in twosAnd thence whatever we are and whatever we doWe all need another soul t..