And in turn we make you ours, we say- - You and youth too, Eyes and mouth too, All the face composed of flowers, we say.

P R I S O N E R

pagan rituals

the happy prisoner

breakup of the great LOVE

after the storm

sky wandering

Starting the end...

Once had a friend with a cloven foot Once he called the tune in a chequered quit

B A S K E T ball

Maybe deep down inside, I'm tryin' for no one else but me, too stubborn to say, "The buck stops here. I'm not the one you're lookin' for."