Self
Enemy
Friend
Within its mettle
Remains its finest pleasure
Exquisite is it then
Too often the same

Soul
Within
Vacant
When out
Without the Spirit
Is nothing to seek
Unrelentingly fear it

Life
Living
Separate
Confused
If not our own
If we are used

Alone
Not Quite
Never completely
But
Lonely
Is not the same

Softly
Touching
Memory
Longing
For now
Forever
I hope it is not

Hope
Seek
Find
Hope
Bless
Thanks
Joy
Hope
Peace
Tranquility
Hope

March 16, 1995