The wind blows the sand
Into the long whitened grass
And into our hair,
Lovers lying together,
Waiting for Summer.
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Over the Alps
I do not pray these days.
The faith is gone
Which underpinned such rites.
Yet do I still,
In quiet moments
Of the day and night,
Commend you to the gods,
Call down upon you
Joy and health and peace
And days of grace.
Now the water flows,
As healing sun
Melts through the winter snows.
Bess was lonely and ill, in Milan (2000)
Morning light
You lie beside me in the morning light
Still held by sleep, your hand beneath your face.
The sky is pale, the day but half begun,
And in the stillness of the morning air
Lies promise of a golden summer day.
I have a homing instinct for the stars 
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