All Eternity Is In The Moment.

Children Play Earnestly As If It Were Work. But People Grow Up, And They Work With A Sorrow Upon Them. It's Duty.

Wild Sings The Bird Of The Heart In The Forests Of Our Lives.

Someone I Loved Once Gave Me A Box Full Of Darkness. It Took Me Years To Understand That This Too, Was A Gift.

One Thing I Do Know Is That Poetry, To Be Understood, Must Be Clear.

Every Day I See Or Hear Something That More Or Less Kills Me With Delight, That Leaves Me Like A Needle In The Haystack Of Light.