Enough Of Words. Come To Me Without

Flattery's Fire Is Hidden. Its Sweet Taste Is Apparent, But The Smoke Is Bound To Come Out At Last.

Be Kind To Yourself, Dear - To Our Innocent Follies. Forget Any Sounds Or Touch You Knew That Did Not Help You Dance. You Will Come To See That All Evolves Us.

Love Is The Sea Where Intellect Drowns.

I Feel Like The Earth, Astonished At Fragrance Borne In The Air, Made Pregnant With Mystery From A Drop Of Rain.

Fling Me Across The Fabric Of Time And The Seas Of Space. Make Me Nothing And From Nothing-everything.