You and I have been knocking around this universe for a very long time. Most of us have never met except perhaps in bygone lives. I believe that, like us, the essence of art and poetry lives independently of time and space. Their intersections, our coexistences, are experienced between minds, soul to soul. Grant me that. Poetry can only work if this is true. These poems are for relationships, not least for love: eternal, raw, troubled, physical and spiritual, loss, end of life, continuum, parent and child, friends of course. From: Her bags were packed... To: More than any heart can hold. The poems in this book are meant to be read aloud, whispered perhaps, even sung, but always heard.