There’s an umbrella in the attic
I call it love and peace
there’s a painting on my wall
I call it blue and green
Another cliche
Poem of you
and me
and distant earth’s view
There’s a meadow and there’s a tree
A cradle and a coffin
A fountain and a maiden
love in real world
Another reckoning I must endure
I finally understand the writing on the wall
Although at first obscure
It’s about me and none of you all
There’s a piece of a mask floating in the river
A cross and a child
A light to pierce tehom
Jesus and a girl
Little Borrowers 