All My Heart Will Long For

It's only you for all my life, I swear-- And all my heart will long for til I die. My soul and mind will long for God, but I-- I've given you my heart and body, dear. Some moments draw me wayward into fear Away from

Summer Rose

Patience lost and fallen is the rose: Love was in the nightfall til it froze. Frozen was the air one summer eve Despite the warmth and mist in fields beyond. Leave it be to agonize and grieve; It has no more the warmth of when it dawned. Summer birthed our

Son of Iron

Perfect form and face and bright blue eyes Or gray as summer sea. So cold and tall And how impassive--without joy or sighs And lacking any fervor shown at all. The warrior of the stars, the last to fall Cradled in the blood-warm hands of Mars Noble in his task

New Home

Our home has been our castle these short years Holding in its walls unspoken fears Giving way to joy that breaks in rays Of sunlight scattered over endless days. It birthed our way of life as two in one And brought its woes and comforts ere it's done.

Subjective and Subject

It here remains your right to do your worst And lacking fervor, standing tall on sand-- Or fear to do your best should death come first. Come back a hundred years and understand. The grains of sand will move and you will fall; We stood for freedom, tolerance, and love