We crossed paths in a place   I wouldn’t dare to…

The night grew reticent  The blood moon aglow   Down among…

How did we make growth a race,  turning our lives…

In swooping ink strokes  Our names had made the top …

An inspiration, at last— the doe beneath the window.  Present,…

They soar in dreams, they cry at night, They burn…

The time passed  It crawled, then raced  The jumps were…

The cosmic connection, the people we meet, Some teach us…