You Can Cut All The Flowers But

To Feel The Love Of People Whom We Love Is A Fire That Feeds Our Life.

There Is No Space Wider Than That Of Grief.

The Darkness Of A Day Elapsed, Of A Day Nourished With Our Sad Blood.

You & I, Love, Together We Ratify The Silence, While The Sea Destroys Its Perpetual Statues, Collapses Its Towers Of Wild Speed And Whiteness: Because In The Weavings Of Those Invisible Fabrics, Galloping Water, Incessant Sand, We Make The Only Permanent Tenderness.

Maybe Someone Will Know I Didn't Weave Crowns To Draw Blood; That I Faught Against Mockery; That I Did Fill The High Tide Of My Soul With Truth. I Repaid Vileness With Doves.