The Moment An Inspiring Thought Enters Your

There Are Lovers Content With Longing. I’m Not One Of Them.

At Night, I Open The Window And Ask The Moon To Come And Press Its Face Against Mine. Breathe Into Me. Close The Language-door And Open The Love-window. The Moon Won't Use The Door, Only The Window.

In The Blackest Of Your Moments, Wait With No Fear.

Enough Of These Phrases, Conceit And Metaphors, I Want Burning, Burning, Burning.

Before Death Takes Away What You Are Given, Give Away What There Is To Give.