A world to be happy in,
To be lost in,
Just to rest again
Without this stress,
This uncertainty,
This anxiety,
Taken hold of me
Having hurt.
Show me mountains,
Show me fountains,
The sublimest
Of their kind.
Let me stay there,
Waste away there,
I shouldn’t dare
But I would
To sleep forever
In beauty’s tether,
A watcher weathered
Down to rocks.
Poems and Short Stories 