belle2007–2002 |
dada2002–1999 |
sundance1999–1997 |
frere1997–1995 |
julian1995–1994 |
stone1994–1993 |
3 August 1997
My tender heart dilates with each
separation and reunion.
For some undeniable part of me
remains ever within you
completing me when you are here;
when gone, leaving me painfully unwhole.
'Tis as though I were, alone,
not fully myself.
As if you were the silent syllable
of my middle name
unheard to the world;
but to me, ah, so vividly clear.
Copyright © 1997 Charles Fry
la vie me déchire For all the words I didn't write My two calloused hands Hold me in your arms so tightly; When springtime comes soft, sweet and warm the water of life these are the times geraniums sweet of all sweetness when Death first called my name Arms so pitiful Redemption The tears in your eyes tear me more than my own. Oh Seigneur A toi, l'humanité flesh of mortal man, immortal woman again an unknown stranger. canticle to my soul My tender heart dilates with each emancipation