A Thousand Dreams Within Me Softly Burn

Only Divine Love Bestows The Keys Of Knowledge.

...these Poets Here, You See, They Are Not Of This World:let Them Live Their Strange Life; Let Them Be Cold And Hungry, Let Them Run, Love And Sing: They Are As Rich As Jacques Coeur, All These Silly Children, For They Have Their Souls Full Of Rhymes, Rhymes Which Laugh And Cry, Which Make Us Laugh Or Cry: Let Them Live: God Blesses All The Merciful: And The World Blesses The Poets.

Faith Assuages, Guides, Restores.

One Evening I Sat Beauty On My Knees – And I Found Her Bitter – And I Reviled Her.

True Alchemy Lies In This Formula: ‘your Memory And Your Senses Are But The Nourishment Of Your Creative Impulse’.