Listen To Presences Inside Poems, Let Them

Lovers Are Patient And Know That The Moon Needs Time To Become Full.

I Will Be Waiting Here.... For Your Silence To Break, For Your Soul To Shake, For Your Love To Wake!

If We Come To Sleep We Are His Drowsy Ones And If We Come To Wake We Are In His Hands If We Come To Weeping We Are His Cloud Full Of Raindrops And If We Come To Laughing We Are His Lightning In That Moment If We Come To Anger And Battle It Is The Reflection Of His Wrath And If We Come To Peace And Pardon It Is The Reflection Of His Love Who Are We In This Complicated World?

All We Really Want Is Love's Confusing Joy.

Raise Your Words, Not Voice. It Is Rain That Grows Flowers, Not Thunder.