I can not ever have you
to touch or to hold..
till as pure your heart surrender
there beside mine awaiting
...
Time enough for springs
longing tender things
as flowers bloom
in pastel hymns
...
There came a Thrush
To Brighton bridge
To her cold downy snow
Covered birch woods
...
Dark Lights
I can not ever have you
to touch or to hold..
till as pure your heart surrender
there beside mine awaiting
in places uncertain
save in such togetherness
And by that measure know...
how my heart shall break for you;
it's hard safe self
to complete, what was so parted
let in the light
that we might in Gods
unending love
whole again become -