I Am the World To Your Dream
I am the world to your dream.You are my sorrow and my song.You ride the shaman’s conjured wind.I am a lover’s net.I catch your butterfly notesand dr...
I am the world to your dream.You are my sorrow and my song.You ride the shaman’s conjured wind.I am a lover’s net.I catch your butterfly notesand dr...
See the mountains kiss high heaven,And the waves clasp one another;No sister-flower would be forgivenIf it disdained its brother:And the sunlight clasps the ear...
One of the loneliest aspects of time is transience. Time passes and takes everything away … But the opposite is also true when you are having a lovely tim...
ADAM: Wheresoever she was, THERE was Eden. Mark Twain, Eve’s Diary ***** It’s not a place, but in you, my love,where I pray to live and die.I was gi...
If I could reachinto the pastand pluck a petalfrom that ghostly flowerI’d pull you backand tell you that I loved you. In your dying hoursI saw that you triedto ...
But because truly, being here is so much;because everything hereapparently needs us, this fleeting world,which in some strange waykeeps calling to us. Us, the m...
And now you knowThat I have thought, “Will you still love me?”Once you have seenmy all-too-human frailtyand how I often feelthat this bag of bones a...
Starving for your ripeness,the winepress of your lips,the blood of your river,the root of your tree,the lost highways you traveled by,the miles of imagined mile...
Dear and far,far have you flown,flown to the East,East and to the sea … Stretched so thin are you and I,phantoms disarranged on either sideof this veil of miles...