somewhere I have never traveled, gladly beyond
any experience, your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which I cannot touch because they are too near
your slightest look easily will unclose me
though I have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully, mysteriously)her first rose
or if your wish be to close me, I and
my life will shut very beautifully, suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;
(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens; only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands
Memories are life's special moments
Borrowed from the passing of time.
Ghosts
Be The Best Of Whatever You Are
If you can't be a pine on the top of the hill,
Be a scrub in the valley
Don't Go Far Off, Not Even For A Day
Don't go far off, not even for a day, because --
because -- I don't know how to say it: a
After the fierce midsummer all ablaze
Has burned itself to ashes, and expires
In
I believe that love is loyalty.
It will always have your back.
It will bravely st
You came into my life so quick
A beautiful friendship happened in a wink
My feeli
When you proceed,
Some will say it can't be done
And that there is no need
<I see people laughing and joking all around,
but on my face there is no smile; instead, t
Go With Grace
Each morning of this month
When you rise upon your bed,
May it be with renewed grace
To face the
It wrecks me, that last moment
that played out so wrong.
Our hopeless eyes locked
