In a world with so much violence and ugliness, there are three old-fashioned things that come to mind, that I truly believe keep our precious globe spinning in its right orbit: kindness, compassion and beauty. Out of these, of course, are born many others such as...
love was once like the blue foxwho ate the stars to curl into a little balland enchant us no longer do lips only kiss – they prophesymy destiny across your skin when you hear the thunders you remember meand think i was the storm toothen, nowmy heart is on fire the day...
open dooropen dooropen door little wildrosei’ll bring youthe water i felt your heartcalling meas i called you i’ll bring youa necklace of sea shellssome pebbles and sand & a hawk’s featherno matter how thin and how tremblingi dream you i’ll...
in the way of water, through the mistwe’ll still find each other you should know i feel youmore than one life should allow i should know you see mebeyond the senses, to my soul through the mist, only this will guide ussoften voices, soften skins soon the sun...
he said it’s going to rain todaybut i don’t think that it will because i haven’t yet felt the soil hold itself stillin the promises that keep the waiting because i haven’t yet felt the sky descend uponmy skin with heavy moisture like an oil...
