Strong families keep the memory of the nest alive
Music and life lasts a lifetime,
And each cloud holds a smile

I’m cold and thinking about John Denver for a while
Listening to the tumbling words that spin
I’m on the asparagus spectrum

And what with where-withal and where-without we face
And poets, when called to hate,
Are drawn to hope and love and fate

I WOULD REALLY LIKE TO KNOW!
I would really like to walk across fields
Like in forgotten love in the pouring rain

Spiders lurk in passion, ages old;
Out of the darkness, a fire burns