“If I looked into your face / expecting a word or a laugh on the old conditions, / it would not be a friend who met my eye”

“There's not a word yet, for old friends who've just met.”

“The pages and the words are my world, spread out before your eyes and for your hand to touch. Vaguely, I can see you face looking down into me, as I look back. Do you see my eyes?”

“I used to love youI still doSo SelfishI love the old youThe you that didnt shoot drugs...The you that didnt get beat on by menYou laugh in my face and call me a foolBut its trueI still love youSometimes,I can see the old youWhen your eyes flashWhen you almost look alive”

“Star of my life, to the stars your face is turned;Would I were the heavens, looking back at you with ten thousand eyes.”

“I see by your eagerness, and the wonder and hope which your eyes express, my friend, that you expect to be in formed of the secret with which I am acquainted. That cannot be.”