i have laughedmore than daffodilsand cried more than June.
I blink January’s lashesand gush down December’s cheeks
i would rather havefeelings without wordsthan words without feelings.
when i write of you, my deari am holding youin the most exquisiteways.
Poems can getsleepless tooand becomethe loneliest thingin the universe.
leave me a smilejust warm enough…to spend a milliongolden afternoons in.
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.
savorwith methe lushnessof a lingering sleep…and last night’sdream.
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.
my dear, I have nothing to say.my heart burns like the evening sky.
a silent night. – the most eloquent poem i have ever read.
your handtouching mine.this is howgalaxiescollide.
Do not turn me intorestless watersif you cannot promiseto be my stream.
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.
your gazeacrossmy cheeksturned theminto strawberry fields.
poets. have the toughest jobin the universe-of turning silenceinto eloquence.