May My Heart Always Be Open To

By The Way, A Gendarme Assured Me This Is Not A Prison.

Yes Is A World & In This World Of Yes Live (skilfully Curled) All Worlds

Trust Your Heart If The Seas Catch Fire, Live By Love Though The Stars Walk Backward.

If There Are Any Heavens My Mother Will(all By Herself)have One. It Will Not Be A Pansy Heaven Or A Fragile Heaven Of Lilies-of-the-valley But It Will Be A Heaven Of Blackred Roses My Father Will Be(deep Like A Rose Tall Like A Rose) Standing Near My Swaying Over Her (silent) With Eyes Which Are Really Petals And See Nothing With The Face Of A Poet Really Which Is A Flower And Not A Face With Hands Which Whisper This Is My Beloved My (suddenly In Sunlight He Will Bow, And The Whole Garden Will Bow)

Love Is A Deeper Season Than Reason; My Sweet One