Maybe we’ll rise become part of a cloud in the blue and float over a mountain Become a tear but not one shed in sorrow more raindrop then...

I love the early morning Rising just ‘fore dawn Quiet bar the birds that sing Still bar the morning’s yawn Not yet sunrise I visualise...

Babbling neath the sunken mist Twixt stiffened fern and barren read shadowed by the valleys side and so denied the daytime sheen defiant...

Lemon-light evenings Patchworks of buff Speckled and bordered by green Fields that were waving Before they were cropped Now tied up...