Help
You've lost yourself on world's way like an aimless arrow,
And your beauty seems only to have been imagined to lie to me.
The Healing
Since you lay my head down on your knee, I am well.
I didn't know that I''ll find my cure of me in you.
The words and thoughts and weavings Ihad believed to be enough.
I didn't know.My shoulders throbbed,my arms grew:I had been crippled.
