The Clouds, - The Only Birds That

In Love, Such A Word, Whispered, Is A Mysterious Kiss Of The Soul To The Soul.

To Think Of Shadows Is A Serious Thing.

To Meditate Is To Labour; To Think Is To Act. Folded Arms Work, Closed Hands Perform, A Gaze Fixed On Heaven Is A Toil.

Hypocrisy Is Nothing, In Fact, But A Horrible Hopefulness.

Phenomena Intersect; To See But One Is To See Nothing.