...yes, I am your priest, your magician, your lover - I make charms to incant your presence...
...loving a fairy lady with a magic song will leave you desolate on a cold hillside ... but from there you can see the stars...
...yes I understand your spells—your sex magic—at least, I know this: all lights dim when you walk in...
...before you, life was desolate - the past hardly worth remembering - and now, each moment a keepsake I can't throw away ...
...I recall that day on the beach - the sand so brilliant, the clouds so massive, and the wind punishing your hair...
...dark embers smolder inside me - one touch and they flare - who would have thought memory combustible, or near you bright sparks appear?...
...no good writing flows from a polluted well - you can write about monsters, but you can't be one...
...all these epic battles and monsters lately - but love is a tiny world and I prefer a more personal style...
...I'm shy in person - so afraid to confess my love - I need a go-between - our mutual friend, the Moon...
...I see myself at crossroads in my life, mapless, lacking bits of knowledge - then, the Moon breaks through, lights up the path before me...
...how many writers still dare compare a woman to Nature, like Campion? - there is a garden in her face - how lovely...
...you can be talented as a wolf is breathtakingly fierce...silver and gray, like smoke in the trees - but what do you do with terrible beauty?...
...my dreams are tangled in images of stars and clouds and firelight - we go camping at night - it's my lucid dream of being with you...
you cross the field in the snow leaving tracks in perfect whiteness ...disturbing my placid universe...marking the landscape within me ...
...you've lost perspective? Well, get it back - God alone has the third person point of view in this life ...
...a bard's down-to-earth love: My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red and when she walks, treads on the ground...
...don't you realize a flawless profile means nothing when a mere smile drives me to desperation? Don't you covet that power?..
...all this time I've been worshiping you - when other men wanted to kiss you, I've been offering the praise of my lips...
...When people lose their way and lack a real purpose for living they often fall back on certain forms of escapism as a form of self-soothing...
...the wind has a purpose - to rattle the window panes, disturb the cat and make me miss you ...
...I've known damnable beauty - the turgid pull of swirling blackness - but in the end, it's futile - purity alone redeems...
