Sunt Lacrimae

Sunt Lacrimae Rerum

There are things to touch a mortal eye,
Cool warmth, hot skin, upon white linen.
A mother talking to her baby, while 
Life hustles past and tall graceful women
Walk in unison with the heat. Look deep -
Islands of dream, the paradise of sleep.
Bubbling fountains, caressing dry tongues
Cut memories pressed gently into our songs.


1978 &; 2004