Unless you call attentionto your presencewho will know you’re there?Even a countryhas to weave and wave a flagas proof of its existence.

The journey back is always longer than the forward run.

Sometimes I think people were meant to be strangers.Not to get to know one another,not to get close enough to damage the heartmade older by each new encounter.

I have fallen in love with the worldAnd I am aware that I have chosenthe most dangerous lover of them all.

I went back to look for you.Not understanding the language of hello,I thought I’d speak it just the same.

Cats have it all – admiration, an endless sleep, and company only when they want it.

Looking back few friends had webut I’ve got him and he’s got me.And when the golden minute comeswhen we no longer wake to smellthe river where the wild swans sailedthe orchard where the blossoms fell,we’ll...

No map to help us find the tranquil flat lands, clearings calm, fields without mean fences. Rolling down the other side of life our compass is the sureness of ourselves. Time may make us rugged,...