Come Into My Eyes, And Look At

Water, Stories, The Body, All The Things We Do, Are Mediums That Hid And Show What's Hidden.

Whosoever Knoweth The Power Of The Dance, Dwelleth In God.

With Each Passing Moment, A Soul Sets Off To Find Itself.

The Feelings Trembled And Flapped In His Chest Like A Bird Newly Put In A Cage.

A Lover In Life Will Be A Lover In Death, A Lover In The Tomb, A Lover In Paradise, A Lover On The Day Of Resurrection.