I've seen your fame chase the wind like a tongue on fire
Self-portrait of a weather vane in windy November turning
My love moves me without moving
Thoughts escape and words elude me
As Sisyphus and Tantalus call my name
Waiting for the day
The day when my love becomes my love
Waiting for the day
he day when my love becomes my love
Grains of sand down the throat of a chapel choir
Stains on Claude Monet