'Amor is etched with ecstasy' (from Life's a Long Day) They touch each other again: (From Love Among the Ruins) Select subtle spices...
I once told her, her hands
Holding unto my shoulder.
The light touch of a low, slow moon
Meant neither of us imagine being alone.
Maybe exists a place of grace,
Maybe of meeting, of merger,
Where memories outlast lives,
Where sea and sky seal without seam.