What Memories Will Die
What memories will die with meWhen I am gone?What thoughts, what words,What voicesWill silent fallAnd never heard again will beWhen […]
This Too Crowded Island
This too crowded islandDrains meCold wind, cold rain, cold peopleChill meSadden meMake meHomeless in my own homeTake meOn dark, dark
The Stream Runs Slow Tonight
The stream runs slow tonightPast well remembered placesSilentSlothfulSensualUnlike the floods of youthWide-rangingDevastatingHungry
I must away and on a journey go
I must away and on a journey goOut to where the world breathes easyFar from this muddling bustling thingI so
I am the tree the forest forgot
I am the tree the forest forgotNeither flowering nor fruitingForever failing and forlornNever reaching heavenwardBut stunted standingSuffocating in shadow and
I walk a lonely path
From nothing I cameAnd to nothing will I returnBetween these an eternal agony of existingBearing me onwardTowards oblivionA nobody I
When I am here no longer
When I am here no longerGrieve not for I am nothingBut if a memory of me comes unbiddenHaste you to