A poet is not a computer

Neither is she here as your tutor

Learn if you wish

Catch your own fish

Then you will find your own future

Rich deep silence brings pleasures unique
From  peaceful green of  trees where small  birds  hide.
The work within the mind  may be complete

About our souls, we each must be discreet
Even to those  living by our side
Rich deep silence brings treasures unique

Happy to do nothing,nothing seek
Innocent as young, beloved bride
The work within the mind  may be complete

Ignorant of Latin,Hebrew,Greek,
The heart needs no such learning to decide
Rich deep silence brings pleasures unique

I listen to the  world around me speak
Underneath the turmoil,love’s alive
The work within the mind  may be complete

In our world  the sensitive may writhe
Yet, by our intuitions, we may guide
Rich deep silence brings treasures unique
The work within the mind  may be complete

Love and grief have wet my eyes again.

You  abandoned me for the rest I feel alone

Tears run down my cheeks like kind,cold rain

In my heart I feel the bite of pain

I feel it in my flesh and in my bones

Love and  grief have wet my eyes again

My heart is burning in hell’s fiery flames

The torment is alive, your love was home

Tears  run down my cheeks like summer rain

Yet there is no Island, all  is Main.

Would this little heart but turn to stone.

Love and  grief have filled my eyes again

I hide myself, rejection feels like shame

Can  hellfire  drymend what heaven broke?

My tears have formed a sheet of living rain

Every being needs a fitting home.

Yet those we love are only here on loan

Thus love and grief will wet our eyes again

Tears run down my cheeks like love,like rain