• Swans
• The lute - so carefully tuned, a call to remember the harmony of ones own soul
• Roses


• Peonies
- Let us go, though we know it's a hopeless endeavor
The ties that bind, they are barbed and spined and hold us close forever
Though there is nothing would help me come to grips with a sky that is gaping and yawning
There is a song I woke with on my lips as you sailed your great ship towards the morning


• The Priestess & The Snake - an earlier version's soul
• Crocodile - the god I dedicated my soul to. A muscled, brassy chest
• Alligator - subconscious fear from a childhood in Louisiana. Nightmares of being in swampwater at night
• Bearded Capricorn - the god who smells of cedar who took my hand
• The Lion-Headed Goddess - I still wonder, was the dream real?
• Bells - Iris Murdoch's thought & John Donne it tolls for thee