All In Green Went My Love Riding

May My Heart Always Be Open To Little Birds Who Are The Secrets Of Living

Like The Burlesque Comedian, I Am Abnormally Fond Of That Precision Which Creates Movement.

Since Feelings Come First, Who Cares About The Syntax Of Things?

What If A Dawn Of A Doom Of A Dream Bites This Universe In Two, Peels Forever Out Of His Grave, And Sprinkles Nowhere With Me And You?

Time Is A Tree (this Life One Leaf) But Love Is The Sky And I Am For You Just So Long And Long Enough