Love has a life of its own.
Born out of the physical.
You cannot make it yours alone.
Die into the virtual.

Resurrection has a stride of its own.
Chances born out of no where.
You couldn't ever have known
Certainty in the worn.

Life has a will of its own.
Simplify it to gain peace.
You couldn't ever be shown
Complexity to lose a piece.

Boat has a sail of its own.
Guide it with your oar at sea.
You shall not never be forlorn.
Mislead it if you hide in lee.

Jan. 19 & 20, 1998, Minneaplis, Coffee shop on Como
Slightly Modified 8-4-1999