The single clenched fist lifted and ready, Or the open asking hand held out and waiting. Choose: For we meet by one or the other.
Now I am here - now read me - give me a name.
It was here we turned the coffee cups upside down. And your eyes and the moon swept the valley.
I take you and pile high the memories. Death will break her claws on some I keep.
To be a good loser is to learn how to win.
Come clean with a child heart Laugh as peaches in the summer wind Let rain on a house roof be a song Let the writing on your face be a smell of apple orchards on late June.