46 Satires

There are fairer equals into which our grace can fall Hover over top of me One is to believe there is fearful thinking only Stay here with me In life as there is in death, the other is to deny Stay with me Who is pure in spirit when the other becomes you? I've gone through all my rings and assorted gold things But there will always be something missing Loss prediction Made the forecast of a loss I would suffer At the door, your sweet face looked away And then back again As though you heard an echo That last day I saw you, the sun came with the rain Three rainbows arched over the valley where you lay