The lovely flowers embarrass me. They make me regret I am not a bee.

The power to console is not within corporeal reach - though its attempt is precious.

I started early, took my dog, And visited the sea; The mermaids in the basement Came out to look at me

A soft Sea washed around the House A Sea of Summer Air And rose and fell the magic Planks That sailed without a care — For Captain was the Butterfly For Helmsman was the Bee And an entire universe For the delighted crew.

There is a pain so utter, it swallows being up; The covers the abyss with a trance So memory can step around, across, upon it.

Heavenly Father - take to thee The supreme iniquity Fashioned by thy candid Hand In a moment contraband - Though to trust us seem to us More respectful - We are Dust - We apologize to thee For thine own Duplicity.

Witchcraft was hung, in History, But History and I Find all the Witchcraft that we need Around us, every Day -