ask the hawk, he knows how you take my love across wild roses’ bed and tie the bottom corners to my ankles how shadows can stretch us, twist us, re-shape us, even tangle us but never break us how soul touches soul on the lips and you take my wrist knowing...
let me be a while yet as if i’ve unforgotten to stay voices like hands, solid as if we’ve remembered how to touch winter, once when even ice curls around the rocking hearts and the wild, plunging us deeper into deeper souls twin like our childhood diaries remembering...
Love is everything. It is not confined to a definition or a list. It is what gives life meaning. It is not an emotion, even though it feels so sweetly. It is a verb because we need to treasure it, nurture it and care for it – to experience it. Love is what makes...
When it’s time for souls to meet, there’s nothing on earth that can prevent them from meeting, no matter where each may be located. When two hearts are meant for each other, no distance is too far, no time is too long, and nothing and no one can break them...
