There's a girl in New York City
Who calls herself a human trampoline.
Sometimes when I'm falling, flying, tumbling in turmoil,
I say, 'Whoa, so this is what she means.'

If thoughts could paint pictures that words dare not speak,
And daydreams built castles of that which we seek.
Then artists and architects all would we be,
Our hearts would be open, our minds would be free.
I'd build you a castle as daydreams unfold,
Revealing the feelings I secretly hold.
I'd paint you a picture of words left unsaid,
And feelings of closeness to which they have led.
But pictures are thoughts that can never be told,
For fear of appearing too forward and bold.
And castles are built in the daydreamers heart,
A lifetime of wishes-still lifetimes apart.
And yet we are richer for all that we feel,
No matter how abstract, no matter how real.
For joy is the picture we paint in our minds,
And love is the castle our hearts hope to find.

Child of a day, thou knowest not
The tears that overflow thy urn,
The gushing eyes that read thy lot,
Nor, if thou knewest, couldst return!
And why the wish! the pure and blest
Watch like thy mother o'er thy sleep.
O peaceful night! O envied rest!
Thou wilt not ever see her weep.

I cry for the times you were almost mine,
I cry for the memories I've left behind,
I cry for the pain,
the loss,
the old,
the new,
I cry for those times I thought I had you

Look not for beauty
Nor whiteness of skin
But look for the heart
That is loyal within
Beauty may fade
And skin grow old
But the heart that is loyal
Will never grown cold

I thought I was not alone, walking here by the shore,
But the one I thought was with me, as now I walk by the shore,
As I lean and look through the glimmering light - that one has utterly
disappeared,
And those appear that perplex me.

Without consideration, without pity, without shame
they have built great and high walls around me.
And now I sit here and despair.
I think of nothing else: this fate gnaws at my mind;
for I had many things to do outside.
Ah why did I not pay attention when they were building the walls.
But I never heard any noise or sound of builders.
Imperceptibly they shut me from the outside world.

Across a sea of fantasy
endless dreams have taunted me
bidding me to come and follow
high aloft the eagle's shadow.
Come with me the wind does whisper
begging me to journey with her
over mountains on a breeze
to a land of fantasy.
In the arms of dreams I fly
safe from harm held by the sky
to the heart of someone dear
who though far. . . is yet so near.
Resting in his touch so tender
kisses sweet my heart remembers
just how very nice to be
across a sea of fantasy.

I love my love with a v
Because it is like that
I love my love with a b
Because I am beside that
A king.
I love my love with an a
Because she is a queen
I love my love and a a is the best of them
Think well and be a king,
Think more and think again
I love my love with a dress and a hat
I love my love and not with this or with that
I love my love with a y because she is my bride
I love her with a d because she is my love beside
Thank you for being there
Nobody has to care
Thank you for being here
Because you are not there.
And with and without me which is and without she she can be late and then
and how and all
around we think and found that it is time to cry she and I.

The way a crow
Shook down on me
The dust of snow
From a hemlock tree
Has given my heart
A change of mood
And saved some part
Of a day I had rued.