there isn't anything i wouldn't do
to see you in each other's arms again
to see you dance around the kitchen
a book in one hand
a wooden spoon in the other

to hear you say i love you
out of love
not out of habit

to see your smiles
when the other walked into the room
not glazed over eyes
focused on the floor

there isn't anything i wouldn't do
to have our family
be whole once again

It breaks my heart to see your pain
Sunshine obscured with bleakest rain.
I see the tears in your brown eyes.
Your  smiles mingle with smothered sighs.

And when with me you try to play
It's like your thoughts are far away!
You carry such a heavy load,
Yet never once to me act cold.

Every day you clean and cook,
Your sorrow some unwritten book.
Sunshine dissolved in clouds of grey
The day you gave your pets away.

All these last four days of March I walked past the lighted church shivering in the unrelenting cold the wind bit my cheeks all up and down 9th avenue these last four days of Easter week
there is a knot at the center of me that holds all of the strings in my body
and then there is this rising in me that propels me through eighty blocks until 5 in the morning
until the sun ray glistens a golden sheen on the mirrored side walls of mighty towers in the city of those who never sleep
this morning in a morning voice I hurl my name into the silence
I will have this city in all of its honks chatter and chirps
All these last four days of March I tightened the knot but loosened the string all these last mornings in a morning voice in March I rose with my heart in my throat a line on my lips and a tingling in my feet

Who can't forget that beach scene from Here to Eternity?
Where drips of the ocean water brush up against their skin?

Who hadn't seen couple embraced out in the rain?
Kissing one another, as the rain drips from their face.

It's that rainly love.
Where the warmth of closeness replaces the cold?

Where you feel connected from the cold of clothes?

Some run from the rain.
Some run into the rain.
And lovers simply plays within it.

Yes, that rainy love.
Where you can talk to one another?
As if the rain has stopped for a day.

Lovers walks in it.
Some cry in it.
And the brave have made love in the mist of it.

Rainly love.
Where the memories reminds you of the one you love?

Drip, drip.
Drop, drop.
Let the rain never stop.

A rotten thief was at work last night
He stole thirty sheep from Mr Wright
He wasn't aware of the thievery
He had his head on a pillow's livery

There he snored till nine o'clock
After he arose he went to check his flock
He noted that thirty sheep had gone astray
To whit he called the police in an urgent splay

The local constable came in a hurry
To investigate as to why the sheep did scurry
He detected a tyre indent on the muddy track
It bore a pattern akin to a badly stitched sack

His instincts told him who did the stealing
It was the fellow who jumped out of Mrs Ray's ceiling
With the crime solved he bade Mr Wright good day
To pursue the robber who'd got away