...you can be talented as a wolf is breathtakingly fierce...silver and gray, like smoke in the trees - but what do you do with terrible beauty?...

...I see you as series of gestures, a palette of colors -all these tiny tiles pixelate, and then coalesce... into the idea of you...

...across the snowy field the barn light gleams - it's the loneliness of November twilight...

...yes, I am your priest, your magician, your lover - I make charms to incant your presence...

...loving a fairy lady with a magic song will leave you desolate on a cold hillside ... but from there you can see the stars...

....my sacred landscape is the foothills of the stars - I go there often to sleep ...

... yes I speak a different language - the dark fire of poetry - it flutters and gutters in tune with the mood...

...who would have known the dark eyes staring into mine would become our children's eyes...?

...your memory is a warm stone hidden in my hand I'm always turning over...