Let Silence Take You To

Your Eyelashes Will Write On My Heart The Poem That Could Never Come From The Pen Of A Poet.

There's No One With Intelligence In This Town Except That Man Over There Playing With The Children, The One Riding The Stick Horse. He Has Keen, Fiery Insight And Vast Dignity Like The Night Sky, But He Conceals It In The Madness Of Child's Play.

A Pearl Goes Up For Auction. No One Has Enough, So The Pearl Buys Itself.

My Place Is Placeless, A Trace Of The Traceless.

You Were Born With Wings, Why Prefer To Crawl Through Life?