My Grandmother's Love Letters - Hart Crane

There are no stars tonight

But those of memory.

Yet how much room for memory there is

 In the loose girdle of soft rain.

There is even room enough

For the letters of my mother’s mother, Elizabeth,

That have been pressed so long

Into a corner of the roof

That they are brown and soft,

And liable to melt as snow.

Over the greatness of such space

Steps must be gentle.

It is all hung by an invisible white hair.

It trembles as birch limbs webbing the air.

 And I ask myself: “Are your fingers long enough to play

Old keys that are but echoes: Is the silence strong enough

To carry back the music to its source

And back to you again

As though to her?”

 Yet I would lead my grandmother by the hand

Through much of what she would not understand;

 And so I stumble.

 And the rain continues on the roof

With such a sound of gently pitying laughter.

One Art - Elizabeth Bishop

The art of losing isn't hard to master;
 so many things seem filled with the intent
 to be lost that their loss is no disaster.

 Lose something every day.  Accept the fluster
 of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
 The art of losing isn't hard to master.

 Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
 places, and names, and where it was you meant
 to travel.  None of these will bring disaster.

 I lost my mother's watch.  And look! my last, or
 next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
 The art of losing isn't hard to master.

 I lost two cities, lovely ones.  And, vaster,
 some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
 I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.

 ---Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
 I love) I shan't have lied.  It's evident
 the art of losing's not too hard to master
 though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.

Love Autopsy...

Figuring out you and me is like doing a love autopsy

They can operate all day long and never find out what went wrong...

:-)

Okay...now this might sound a little weird. Crazy perhaps! But how about this being my wedding song? 

Live like you're Dying...

Take every moment, you know that you own them
It's all up to you to do whatever you choose
Live like you're dying and never stop trying
It's all you can do, use what's been given to you

this time let your mem'ries die

Here we are Talkin' bout forever

I'd love you all over again...

The longer we love
And the memories just keep adding up

And if I had it to do all over
I'd do it all over again
If tomorrow I found one more chance to begin
I'd love you all over again

I have it all

A stark naked light bulb hangs over my head
There's one lonely pillow on my double bed
I've got a ceiling, a floor and four walls
Who says you cant have it all