We Will All Wake Up Semi-angels, If

We Will All Wake Up Semi-angels, If We Wake At All.

I Have Never Known A Cat That Couldn't Quiet Me Down Just By Walking Slowly Past My Chair.

I Cannot Speculate On What Our Cluttered Mind Will Save- Sleepy Sundays, Or A Nosebleed After Love. I Know Only The Dying Heart Needs The Nourishment Of Memory To Live Beyond Too Many Winters.

Once I Thought Ideas Were Exceptions Not The Rule. That Is Not So. Ideas Are So Plentiful That They Ride On Air. You Have Only To Reach Out And Snatch One.

No Map To Help Us Find The Tranquil Flat Lands, Clearings Calm, Fields Without Mean Fences. Rolling Down The Other Side Of Life Our Compass Is The Sureness Of Ourselves. Time May Make Us Rugged, Ragged Round The Edges, But Know And Understand That Love Is Still The Safest Place To Land.