from Sharking of the Birdcage ["the spirit of"]

                   the spirit of

                 your flowers is

         my favourite shelter

             we were in love is

                           the main

                                thing

      faintest green light in

      tree pulls me forward

whenever life is

beautiful makes

me think of you

carry color of the 

forest to be with

you to belong to

this world with

you to have what

we have and that is it

          yes the present

          is between the 

          past and future

          but is too radical

                 to be called

                  the middle