Like a cuckoo in the spring I try to sing your song. The songs come back to me Crying – we don’t belong. Grace me oh! My Lord With your boun...

My heart and soul Was lying forlorn In a dark corner of the stately palace A broken mandolin behind doors After an eternity it seems, Who is...

A Parrot When I talk of you They say , a parrot ! How would they know, Like the southern breeze You have sent your message Filling me to the...

The Lotus The day you came to me a begging I was drowned by joy and grief I’d fill your bowl to the brim I vowed But no pauper; you turned o...