…I pray this winter be gentle and kind – a season of rest from the wheel of the mind…
… you are lovely – God has painted every feature of your soul …
…the most beautiful things don’t always make you happy – often they make you weep…
I am in love with the stars of night – I have made them audible…
…we’ve let go of so many things, but never each other’s hand …
…what else would a poet priest do on an endless night, but write of love?…
…my novels are like life – I never know where they’re going until I get to the end…
A heart never breaks in the same pattern of pieces
you are the mysterious fire at my finger tips
…the feelings that pass between us are deeper than fleshly touches…
…you found me in my lonely labyrinth and like Beatrice, led me out of my own hell…
…you knew I was confused, tormented, but you enticed me – led me on…
…in my dream the shadings of your soul are the dark tincture of rain…
Your steady rain of words soaked me to the skin
…I can’t grasp the stars, but I love them – in the same way, I love you…
…I’ve marked our sacred place not with stones – I’ve put it my art to keep it safe…
…I will find once again the light of your beauty – your colored windows in the night…
you know the way of the wind in the night—the desolate alleys my soul takes
…you can’t be intimate unless you’re sensitive…
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