Ring Finger

She speaks softly

trots gaily

and dances

like a wild horse

She is the closest

to me

She is the farthest

away

She's like a dream

so real

so strange

vanishing

If she scratched the sky

diamonds would rain

And should I be so lucky to catch one

firmly in my grasp

I would happily tie it tightly

round her ring finger

Fact and Fantasy

I hate to see you go

but it's better that the hold

you had on me is loose

before the scenes of losing teeth

grip onto my dreams

It is not strange for me

to think of you with other men

In fact, it is a fantasy

that you are wed and happily

married.