along with the first two lines of each poem:
The Fool Glimpses the City
Waterfalls of stars from outcroppings,
Torn vigorous lace making dervishes,
Because I Pass, I Pass, While Dreams Remain
Who was it whispered in my dream?
The dream hour's angel whispered in my ear
Ankle-deep, I stand in sunlit waves,
An enormous disk of sun-lit water
To Make Much of Time
Why must you fritter, twitter, play
And want fresh hours to the day?
What lovely comments, one from a brand new e-friend. I liked them so much that I'm saving them here... In a world where chance plays a large role and the number of writers who support themselves by writing is miniscule, such words are sweet.