“the intensityin your eyesburns my penas i write.”

“For it is up to you and meto take solacein nostalgia's armsand our abilityto create the everlastingfrom fleeting moments.”

“love wounds me with soft pillows with tender lips and fingers”

“I breathe in...the fragranceof love, and moist sandthe onehis roses lefton both my handsI just keep on breathingevery momentas much as I canpreserving it, in my bodyfor the dayit can’t.”

“Tell me..how do you stand there?filling the doorway....of my life.”

“I want to read every book that’s writtenhear every song that was sungI want to gaze at every cloudand hold the zing of each fruit on my tongue.”

“I do not want to sleepfor fear I might miss the twinkle of the brightest starfor fear I may never knowhow the moon glimmers, in the darkest hour.”

“So imagine that the lovely moon is playing just for you - everything makes music if you really want it to.”

“I swear that girl was born with a pen in her hand, the moon in her hair and stars in her soul.”

“We ran as if to meet the moon.”

“[The moon] ... is an example of practiced stability it wanes when it must, and reliably returns to full strength it is a humble model of reasonable potential that I can emulate, and follow.”

“I love to close my eyes a moment and think of the land outside, white under the mingled snow and moonlight--the heaps of stones by the roadside white--snow in the furrows. Mon Dieu! How quiet and h...”

“I made a wish on a sliver of moonlightA sly grin and a bowl full of stars”