bits and pieces of poems

that got stuck inside me over the years;

When you first came,
quiet as the rain that never fell;
In the sunlight that never shone
I whispered words I had never known
and now, shall never forget.


Western wind, when wilt thou blow
The small rain down can rain?
Christ, if my love were in my arms
And I in my bed again!


When will we dance again
In yesterday's moonlight?