soaring on a sea of air
the falcon knows an ecstasy
that birth denied to you and me
...
these are the simple things
that I may trust
the morning star
...
everything that falls to earth
must land upon this page
all the pain and joy of life
the wisdom of the sage
...
love and mystery
are silent questions
like children ask
...
I once did find a distant mead,
quite hidden where the woods recede.
It was remote from pasture land.
...
the wild green parrot
came from afar
a slave in an iron cage
...
the song I want to play
aches for harmony
but I will keep on singing
till life abandons me
...
I am cursed like Sisyphus
my deceits were minor
and yet the gods conspired
to create my endless burden
...
I spied the Grim Reaper
right behind my tree
I saw him
...