Like wine
Syrup is sticky
as truth is tricky
but love makes it flow like wine
Mistake
Some choose a death
to bring an end
only to find they continue their search again
Dwelling place
There is a place that I dwell
at the foot of a bell
and sounds come tumbling over
Make it part
Like the tide wears the shore down
so can fear when it is allowed
say the words that make it part
that fear finds no place in your heart
Love is grand
If ye know love is grand
the walk over the desert
will be likened unto that of
a grain of sand