XLX

I could see your searching
Longing eyes and lost words
Far away
And now I find you here, with me

You were
You are
You will be

Devotion to a smile
What else are we here for?

XLIX

An upwards glance that contributes

to your collection of wonderment, fear

longing and bewilderment 

The restlessness of

our containment

an experience of loneliness

akin to yours

XLVIII

And at the end of the day,
Some things aren't set up right

But at the very least, 
You must be grateful for yourself

You and these people,
These stray people.
I used to know a lot about these people,
when I was in Camden Town

-

The master of time
Needs a second chance
To consider,
This reflection of oblivion

XLVII

One minute you can bet the rain is pure
Next minute it's gone dry

Did you check the windows, honey?
Yes, love.

Twice

XLVI

Sinking, my shaking
And for a moment, I thought of love
Of making more


Our audiences calling
For the traditional encore

XLV

My personal reaper,
Silently sweeping

Dream collection
and the dreamers sighing

Thoughts seeping and lovers combining

XLIV

You, my sustain
He's my air and sun.
Press me till long last,
The release of both as one.

Our home is the library
And our bed the study