Titlist
Virginia Salter (loosely )

Lady Hidden Amongst Ruin
Relinquishing Emptiness
Can You Whisper Softly To Me?
These Humble Words
“It’s Still You
Not Your Need
Who Is to Blame”

If I Had Known
The Fire and the Chalice,
Arrows Broken and Bent,
in the
Summer Rain,
would express
Inevitable Love
The Moment
you were
Sincere of Heart,
my promise of
“I Will Lay With You
in the
Soft of Night....Moon of Morn”
would be
One of Those Trips
that
Poetry Fulfills
and makes me
Slap Happy!

© June 24, 2001