But Listen To Me. For One Moment

Don't You Know Yet? It Is Your Light That Lights The Worlds.

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.

Let The Waters Settle And You Will See The Moon And The Stars Mirrored In Your Own Being.

In The Orchard And Rose Garden I Long To See Your Face. In The Taste Of Sweetness I Long To Kiss Your Lips. In The Shadows Of Passion I Long For Your Love.

My Lips Got Lost On The Way To The Kiss - That's How Drunk I Was.