I’m delighted that your mind is different,
That you see shapes and colors your own way.
Because my mind’s not always coherent,
And deep feelings aren’t always the same.
Perspective
355
The Oak Tree
451
At my childhood church, an oak tree stands, With branches extended toward heaven. At a hundred years old at least I’d guess, What secrets it must hold in its resin.
A Solitary Soul
295
I’m a solitary soul, without love at my side, A life alone, with just myself to keep. I’ve no hand to hold, no man in whom to confide, No comfort in the night, no kiss upon my cheek.