The Quivering Of Psyche's Butterflies.

Maid Of The Luminous Grey-eyes, Mistress Of Honey And Marble Implacable White Thighs And Goddess, Chaste Daughter Of Zeus.

We Don't Have To Know,only To Be:let Go The Jumble Of Worn Words,reason And Vanity.

There's A Black Rose Growing In Your Garden.

I Testify To Rainbow Feathers, To The Span Of Heaven And Walls Of Colour, The Colonnades Of Jasper.

No One Knows, The Heart Of A Child, How It Grows Until It Is Too Late.