It's that moment
when the pieces
of the puzzle
all combine.

And you see a
glorious picture
that you doubted
that you'd find.

And then after
when the pieces
are inspected
each with care.

You see purpose
and see meaning
each too valuable
to spare.

My heart became
So full,
I could no longer
Carry it
On my own, but
When I asked
For your help,
You turned away.
So I set it down, and
Unburdened, walked on alone.

Some men break your heart in two,
  Some men fawn and flatter,
Some men never look at you;
  And that cleans up the matter.

You are brief and frail and blue--
  Little sisters, I am, too.
You are Heaven's masterpieces--
  Little loves, the likeness ceases.

I sat swiftly
on the edge of my bed.

Linking my two soft hands
is a sheet of paper
ready to be
the ballroom of misery.

I held my pen,
and guided it's movement.

I let it dance on the paper
and transcribe my thoughts,
leaving nothing
but ink of grief.

My bike is still just fine
I've had it a long time
I rode it just the other day
It's the way it's been looked after
I used to go much faster than I do today

I got it when I was only ten
Could hardly reach the pedals then
It cost twenty seven pounds
From a shop in Maidstone town

It seems to know its way these days
To the pub and back
I shall never give my bike away
Or send it off for scrap

265

Where Ships of Purple—gently toss—
On Seas of Daffodil—
Fantastic Sailors—mingle—
And then—the Wharf is still!