This Poetry. I Never Know What I'm

There Is A Place Where Words Are Born Of Silence.

You Know What Love Is? It Is All Kindness, Generosity.

I Will Soothe You And Heal You, I Will Bring You Roses. I Too Have Been Covered With Thorns.

Tree Limbs Rise And Fall Like The Ecstatic Arms Of Those Who Have Submitted To The Mystical Life. Leaf Sounds Talk Together Like Poets Making Fresh Metaphors.

Those Loves Which Are For The Sake Of A Colour Are Not Love. In The End They Are A Disgrace.