Snow covers valley—
Solitary raven staining world,
Love has turned black.

Fingers tightly wove,
All the world made love as we—
Gazed, eyes half open.

Trees, windy hands wave,
Ready for long white journey—
So long summer sun.

The valley sleeps but I cannot, I sit upon a rock,
So weary from all my days of toil and thought,
The moon's light caresses you, mighty one—
River will soon carry me down, and you will rise.

The soft rain is drumming with the brook
And the owl is moaning with the loon,
The early sun shines on the lake waters,
Each of these things distant — I am happy.

At the end of night she bathes in light,
We tussle in the warmth of morning,
The blankets and she are of sea foam
And found shells, whispering lost ocean
Words.  Our bed is a raft, drifting aloft,
The coffee is brewing with mellow sun,
Her smiles, filling my silly, giddy mug.
Soon, we walk to the pebbled beach,
Her hair is waving at the friendly seas,
Gulls are circling in the moving skies
Reeling with the slow, slipping tides
And I skip stones with her as our feet
Sink in the milk of morning sands—
Must we be off to Dublin town?

North winds come early,
Beauty simpers before Fall—
Lone swan on the lake.

In sorrows' garden,
Out of clear blue sky— omen,
Small floating feather.

Outside we squabble,
Birds circle, confusions, rows,
Eagle flies above.

Flowers burst in joy,
Confetti of Butterflies,
Petals in the sky.

One flash, frozen in light,
The burning of her eyes
Fell my sprocketed night,
Deep in flames shudder,
All language, new, cipher,
Filmy frame, truest colours.

Johnny goes to war,
Red snake house republican,
  .  .  .  Now he has no limbs.

Instant lovers join—
In her bohemian flat,
The breadth of heaven.