i have laughedmore than daffodilsand cried more than June.

i can’t always tell what’s betterlong drivesin the star-spangled desertsor long walksalong winding tea gardens.

I want to read every book that’s writtenhear every song that was sungI want to gaze at every cloudand hold the zing of each fruit on my tongue.

i have known yousince the beginningof timethe one i have loved alwaysin spirit.only just discoveredin person.

fierce lovers.and battle warriorsboth comefrom the same place. there is bound to be,some bloodshed.

I blink January’s lashesand gush down December’s cheeks

I had embraced you…long before i hugged you.

Breezy daysdeserve the unionof two old friends.

May youalways haveopenbreezy spacesin your mind.

i writebecauseit is the only wayi can reach you.

i would rather havefeelings without wordsthan words without feelings.

there are some poemsthat we leave behindsome that leave us behindwhile some just livesilentlyin the heartcrumble, sometimesdwindledisappeardieand are rebornwhen you smile again.

I breathe in…the silenceof my own heartaching with tendernesswith memories..Of home.

sometimes i wake upin the middleof the nightand findpoetry splatteredall over my bed.

Hands. Cheeks. Eyes. Lips.Neck. Ears.Thighs.Heart. Soul.Ahh!the things I get tosavor you with.

when i write of you, my deari am holding youin the most exquisiteways.

Poems can getsleepless tooand becomethe loneliest thingin the universe.

…so i will greet youin a wayall loved thingsare meant to be greetedwith a tear in my heartand a poem in my eye.

leave me a smilejust warm enough…to spend a milliongolden afternoons in.

Live as many lives as you can.

A poem in the heart is worthmore than a million dollarsin the bank account.

i am alwaysstalking you, my dear. with my thoughtsmy words.my breath.

…and so many colorsI will have seen…the menacing greysand pine greensthe soft pink and purplesof springand summer blueand so many otherswithout you.

stronger than mountains.a place where my heart feels the safest- underneath his shirt.

savorwith methe lushnessof a lingering sleep…and last night’sdream.

believe me when i say this.when you lovesomeone.you can travel the worldin their laugh.

As long as I can hear the sweet melody of your words, I need not; The angel’s secret, to be whispered in my ears As long as I can lace your silky fingers round my...

Wordsare powerfulforces of nature.they are destruction.they are nourishment. they are flesh. they are water.they are flowers and bone.they burn. they cleansethey erase. they etch. they can eitherleave youfeelinghomelessor brimmingwith home.

it is to be savored like a seabreeze-whispereddream…in the mysteriousblue minutesbefore dawnlike a secretinfatuation…. like slowlanguorous sipsof green tea… like a lingeringglimpsea self-wrappedparadiselike his name upon my lips.

I want you to crave the crisp ocean breezeas much as I do.I want your soul to beas rain-swept as mine.

some poems frothand foam and rise…out of my morning cup ofmist-sweetened coffee.

my dear, I have nothing to say.my heart burns like the evening sky.

slow down, oh sweet tearsflowing nectar…down my lashes’ tipssomedaysomeone will kiss you away,even before you can reach my lips.

a silent night. – the most eloquent poem i have ever read.

your handtouching mine.this is howgalaxiescollide.

I am a baby, I am a child, I am the innocent wonder in my eyes I am a glimpse, I am a sign, of someone I can be, someone I might I am not...

The splendid thingabout falling apartsilently…is thatyou can start overas many timesas you like.

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

Poems are invisible flowers on my skin.

Tomorrow camewith the illusion of todayeven more fleeting than yesterdayit camelike it always comesand wentlike it’s always gonelike a favorite song in its final secondsTomorrow came and leftleaving nothingnothing…but a familiarlingeringsense of loss behind.

moonlight disappears down the hillsmountains vanish into fogand i vanish into poetry.

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

Look, moonI turned silver for you.

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

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

One clear moment, one of trance One missed step, one perfect dance One missed shot, one and only chance Life is all…but one fleeting glance.

whatever you dobe gentle with yourself.you don’t just livein this worldor your homeor your skin.you also livein someone’s eyes.

you are ever the only onei want to giveall the peachesin my heart tothe only one by whomi want them bruised.

your gazeacrossmy cheeksturned theminto strawberry fields.

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