I had embraced you...long before i hugged you.

The splendid thingabout falling apartsilently...is thatyou can start overas many timesas you like.

With callused handsi tastedthe softness of the moonin the coldest windsi discoveredmy soul's warmest fireplacein the roughnessof his stubblethe tenderest love.

Sometimes I think, I need a spare heart to feel all the things I feel.

in the afterglowof an evening raini lay downin the grass and think of youmy body acheslike an after-kissbreaking in soft firesand wildflowersmy dear, i will always bethis tender for you.

May your love for me be likethe scent of the evening seadrifting inthrough a quiet windowso i do not have to runor chase or fall... to feel youall i have to dois breathe.

moonlight disappears down the hillsmountains vanish into fogand i vanish into poetry.

a single poemthe thing that can keep melight on my feet, when my soul isheavy with sorrow.

If I began to drawmyself away from youwe’d still be liketwo mixed colors of paintimpossible to separate.

May our twilights mix togetherlike breath and breathlessness.

A single poem, alonecan turn tidesscatter galaxiesand burst forth with riversfrom paradise.

When all of this music sounds like you know what you want to say, then it will have been of all worth, ever. You will be something complete unto yourself, present and unique.

You got secrets you better keepTake flight before she cuts you deep- Sam's song

To recognize and comprehend what influences us and others is to function with purpose.

You have to make a decided effort to not get seduced by the Blues.

In order to succeed spectacularly you have to be willing to fail spectacularly.

Sometimes the most preposterous lies are the most believable.

Speaking as a man, it's not a woman's issue. Us men are tired of losing our women.

As men and women of character and of faith in the soundness of democratic methods, we must work like dogs to justify that faith.

So, good news/bad news: good news that I'm progressing; bad news that life is short and art is long.

Part of falling in love with someone is actually falling in love with yourself.