And If You Are A Rose, I

There Is Nothing I Want But Your Presence. In Friendship, Time Dissolves.

The Gates Made Of Light Swing Open. You See In.

Flowers Open Every Night Across The Sky, A Breathing Peace, And Sudden Flame Catching.

There Is A Place Where Words Are Born Of Silence.

You Must Lance An Ulcer To Heal It. You Must Tear Down Parts Of An Old Building To Restore It, And So It Is With A Sensual Life That Has No Spirit In It.