He came from the Eastern Sphere
Told me I'd find him there:
Where the starlight's mixed with the shore
I can find him once more
...
Taken deep into the night
I often think of you,
Then I visit my village,
But find a different view
...
The sun's out in Brooklyn
It's a beautiful day:
There's a picture of you
...
She headed- West
he accepted her silence
for a long time
...
It was dark...
when I left the house this morning
Not much fun, working this long hours
...
On quiet afternoons like this
I can sit and write
Open my eyes, or
...
Solace by the water...
listen to the tides
if you wish to find me
in imperfect hides
...