There Is An Invisible Strength Within Us;

Who Says The Eternal Being Does Not Exist? Who Says The Sun Has Gone Out? Someone Who Climbs Up On The Roof And Closes His Eyes Tight, And Says, I Don't See Anything.

Poems Reach Up Like Spindrift And The Edge Of Driftwood Along The Beach, Wanting! They Derive From A Slow And Powerful Root That We Can’t See. Stop The Words Now. Open The Window In The Center Of Your Chest, And Let The Spirits Fly In And Out.

If All The Harps In The World Were Burned Down, Still Inside The Heart There Will Be Hidden Music Playing.

I Know You're Tired But Come, This Is The Way.

The Only Way To Measure A Lover Is By The Grandeur Of The Beloved.