Houses - the dark side silhouetted on flashes of moonlight!

The instant trivial as it is is all we have unless-unless things the imagination feeds upon, the scent of the rose, startle us anew.

A new world is only a new mind.

As the rain falls so does your love bathe every open object of the world

Shoes twisted into incredible lilies.

No wreaths please - especially no hothouse flowers. Some common memento is better, something he prized and is known by: his old clothes - a few books perhaps.

As birds' wings beat the solid air without which none could fly so words freed by the imagination affirm reality by their flight.