I want you to crave the crisp ocean breeze as much as I do. I want your soul to be as rain-swept as mine.
Live as many lives as you can.
When you left you left behind a field of silent flowers under a sky full of unstirred clouds...you left a million butterflies mid-silky flutters You left like midnight rain against my dreaming ears Oh and how you left leaving my coffee scentless and ...
Do not turn me into restless waters if you cannot promise to be my stream.
my dear, I have nothing to say. my heart burns like the evening sky.
The most beautiful, amazing and inevitable fact about life- Everything has a natural healing process.
Fall in love with the energy of the mornings trace your fingers along the lull of the afternoons take the spirit of the evenings in your arms kiss it deeply and then make love to the tranquility of the nights.
the saddest thing is to be a minute to someone, when you've made them your eternity.
love can embellish its beginning sing its blossoming and engrave its eternities but can never explain its loss.
someday i will walk under the soul-blossom tree with my hand eternally woven in yours.
Maybe life is all about twirling under one of those midnight skies, cutting a swathe through the breeze and gently closing your eyes.
to be a poet means to live with a permanent wound forever susceptible to either the shade of the sky or someone's eyes.
your hand touching mine. this is how galaxies collide.
To fall in love with someone's thoughts - the most intimate, splendid romance.
you are ever the only one i want to give all the peaches in my heart to the only one by whom i want them bruised.
i want to be in love with you the same way i am in love with the moon with the light shining out of its soul.
my love for you will always be like a mountain stream. quiet. persistent. continuous.
in the afterglow of an evening rain i lay down in the grass and think of you my body aches like an after-kiss breaking in soft fires and wildflowers my dear, i will always be this tender for you.
your gaze across my cheeks turned them into strawberry fields.
be the kiss in my hair that no one sees move, when i move sigh, when i sigh... be that line from a poem that i hold in my eyes.
believe me when i say this. when you love someone. you can travel the world in their laugh.
