Make My Heart, O Heart Of The

This Is Not A Day For Asking Questions, Not A Day On Any Calendar. This Day Is Conscious Of Itself. This Day Is A Lover, Bread, And Gentleness, More Manifest Than Saying Can Say.

If Thou Has Not Seen The Devil, Look At Thine Own Self.

When Someone Critises Or Disagrees With You, A Small Ant Of Hatred And Antagonism Is Born In Your Heart. If You Do Not Squash That Ant At Once, It Might Grow Into A Snake, Or Even A Dragon.

I Am A Drunkard From Another Kind Of Tavern. I Dance To A Silent Tune. I Am The Symphony Of Stars.

I Want To See You. Know Your Voice. Recognize You When You First Come 'round The Corner. Sense Your Scent When I Come Into A Room You've Just Left. Know The Lift Of Your Heel, The Glide Of Your Foot. Become Familiar With The Way You Purse Your Lips Then Let Them Part, Just The Slightest Bit, When I Lean In To Your Space And Kiss You. I Want To Know The Joy Of How You Whisper "more