Though Rain Curses The Window Let The

All In All, I'd Say, The World Is Strangling.

And The Aura Of You Remains, Remains, Remains...

Love? Be It Man. Be It Woman. It Must Be A Wave You Want To Glide In On, Give Your Body To It, Give Your Laugh To It, Give, When The Gravelly Sand Takes You, Your Tears To The Land. To Love Another Is Something Like Prayer And Can't Be Planned, You Just Fall Into Its Arms Because Your Belief Undoes Your Disbelief.

Not That It Was Beautiful, But That, In The End, There Was A Certain Sense Of Order There; Something Worth Learning In That Narrow Diary Of My Mind

One Of My Secret Instructions To Myself As A Poet Is "whatever You Do, Don't Be Boring."