you are here.the moontides are here.and that’s all that matters.

in a worldfull oftemporary thingsyou area perpetual feeling.

Whatever you get out of poetry - take it. take it. take it. Words are better off felt than understood.

I am filled time and againwith a heart-aching wonder when I thinkof the fireand frost of memoriesof the everlastingnessof lovethe solace of familyand the power of prayer.

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.

i hope thatwhoever you arewherever you areand no matter howyou are feelingyou will always have somethingto smile about.

How strange and ironic it is- all the words i long to sayare lost in words.

how is it thathe's alwaysin my thoughts. even when i am not thinking.

tread carefullyinto my life, my dear.the currents are strong.you will get lostin this warm oceanof my skin.