And The Verse Falls To The Soul

Love Has To Be…flowering Like The Stars, And Measureless As A Kiss.

Give Me, For My Life, All Lives, Give Me All The Pain Of Everyone, I'm Going To Turn It Into Hope. Give Me All The Joys, Even The Most Secret, Because Otherwise How Will These Things Be Known? I Have To Tell Them, Give Me The Labors Of Everyday, For That's What I Sing.

Poetry Is An Act Of Peace.

In What Language Does Rain Fall Over Tormented Cities?

Whom Can I Ask What I Came To Make Happen In This World?