The unkindness that marks ten
    is obliterated by the kindness of one
    life's darkness is then dispelled
    it brings glory to the waiting sun

The space between.

A time to sell yourself.

A time for passing.

Sometimes I touch the right.

Too much, the wrong.

Resplendent deterioration
we live by.

With casuistic slogans
and closing doors.

D'you know disembarkment
leads to land sickness?

It does.

And who can then make
heads or tails out of
the qualms of tolerance
and his cousin, ignorance?

If you listen in silence
as each star dies*
you would sense at once
the message in my eyes

for our love is more steadfast-
were all the stars  should starve to demise
a message would be written in the sky
' love is life's most glorious prize'

stars they have feelings too
in loneliness each does melt in cries
the years have wearied them
they have known a million sighs

walk with me tonight by the shore
lend me your heart and your eyes
each kiss we share is better than that before
it will stay in our lips up to sunrise.

Mystery
   felt but unseen
   the heart knows not
  it is hidden