kisses explode when... someone believes in me when my heart cries out a song of thanks to yours.

I wanted to write the most beautiful poem but that is impossible; the world has written its own.

may my faith always beat the end of the daylike a hummingbird...returningto its favorite flower.

...How terrible, those dreams before sleep were—the worse kind, mixing hope with despair...

...careful the morning lest it wake from slumber the city half-encumbered by the morning mist ...

...strands of your hair and tendrils of the wind spin into nothingness the memories of that day...

To walk quietly until the miracle in everything speaks is poetry, whether we write it down or not.

When the shadows shroud the woods,And the mountains are empty and bare;I am flying with the crow...

Unborn eternity does not die; existence is dying and falls asleep in the eternity beyond existence.

fierce lovers.and battle warriorsboth comefrom the same place. there is bound to be,some bloodshed.

We met last fall, and dreamt of summer days together. Winter came, and when you left, Winter stayed.

When humankind cannot produce a philosopher to speak its mind, it longs for a poet to sing its heart

I chase the wind and get lost in the clouds. I'm sweep into darkness in my search for the light.

my dear,we are all made of water. it's okay to rage. sometimes it's okay to rest. to recede.

We too can repair our cracks with goldAnd glow again.Crazed by life,More beautiful than ever before.