Follow Me, The Wise Man Said, But

I’ve Seen The Nations Rise And Fall. I’ve Heard Their Stories, Heard Them All, But Love’s The Only Engine Of Survival.

You Should Go From Place To Place Recovering The Poems That Have Been Written For You To Which You Can Affix Your Signature. Don't Discuss These Matters With Anyone. Retrieve. Retrieve. When The Basket Is Full Someone Will Appear To Whom You Can Present It.

The Candles Burned The Moon Went Down The Polished Hill The Milky Town Transparent, Weightless, Luminous Uncovering The Two Of Us On That Fundamental Ground Where Love's Unwilled, Unleashed, Unbound And Half The Perfect World Is Found.

In Dreams The Truth Is Learned That All Good Works Are Done In The Absence Of A Caress.

We Are Awakening From The Dream Of Isolation, From The Dream Of Loneliness, And It's A Terrible Shock.