Let There Be Seasons So That Our

To Love Another Is Somethinglike Prayer And It Can't Be Planned, You Just Fallinto Its Arms Because Your Belief Undoes Your Disbelief.

You Must Be A Poet, A Lady Of Evil Luck Desiring To Be What You Are Not, Longing To Be What You Can Only Visit.

O Yellow Eye, Let Me Be Sick With Your Heat, Let Me Be Feverish And Frowning.

In An Old Time There Was A King As Wise As A Dictionary.

Being Kissed On The Back Of The Knee Is A Moth At The Windowscreen.