Sailing to windward Biography

If life
was more than a teardrop,
clinging,
briefly,
...

Ages ago,
he converted
to envy
...

When I’m gone, I will be
quiet as a mouse;
My scent upon the pillow still,
But I will have left the house.
...

In community lies strength of numbers.
to support the sick and the weak.
In community somebody hears me,
with louder voices to speak
...

What's expected of this thing called hope;
is it a medicine; is it just smoke?
Merely a screen - perhaps a misty haze,
to sweeten our journey around life's maze?
...