You are not the one who loves me
I take you from your bathing
And i dry thee
I am this rope
Around your feet...
And it's summer
That bows its head,
Down the rivers of night
He fathers great hatred.
Oh, and the moon
Played in your eyes
Wishes drop through the air
And rip into the floor
Crowned with blazing leaves her hair
And flesh,
Limp and poor
The Manuscript
Roads
The Manuscript
And Then You Go
The Isis Script
For You
And I Walk With Them
The Distance, Busy With Shadows
The Sexuality Of Bereavement
Only Tears To Replace Her With
A Map Of All Our Failures
Deeper Down
The Deepest Of All Hearts
The Grief Of Age
My Faults Are Your Reward
The Light at the End of the World
The Prize Of Beauty
And My Father Left Forever
The Old Earth
The Stance Of Evander Sinque