And why the hell unleashed through tiny gates When heaven is the destined end of us? Come, answer this: what justice comes too late To rescue sufferers? Why treat me thus? Alas, for though you doled out life from trees, We took bad fruit and unlocked doors to hell and
"Just let me drown," he said without a wince. A warm sea, a warm tea, they are the same. You left me then, I have not seen you since. The coffee cup steam seems to spell your name Curling, dark, and warm--I am embraced But drowning nonetheless. Come
Among the women who have left a mark Indelible and striking as the stars There shall remain the ones who stirred my heart To fierce ambitions, waging well their wars Both global and, yes, personal. But some Remain a summer breeze; a gentle brook And stir but softly, low and
And here I stand on cliff's edge one last time. Perhaps I leap; and yet perhaps I climb. There's no more to be said for where I stand, In solitude and guarded all around. The very cosmos may well fill my hands As I, the two-fold
Always full of love Never without hope this is the very knot at the end of my rope. Never too far gone, Never in the grip of winter for too long. See how summer rips The soul clean out of fear and into scattered beams of sunlight dancing brightly across