You are that one breath. that puts all the remaining breaths. back into my body.

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.

depth and substance.the two most exquisite qualities. be it in a poemor a person.

For it is up to you and meto take solacein nostalgia's armsand our abilityto create the everlastingfrom fleeting moments.

love wounds me with soft pillows with tender lips and fingers

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.

poets. have the toughest jobin the universe-of turning silenceinto eloquence.

Do not turn me intorestless watersif you cannot promiseto be my stream.