Love Is Like A Reservoir

Jerusalem Is A Port City On The Shore Of Eternity.

Tonight I Think Again Of Many Days That Are Sacrificed For One Night Of Love. Of The Waste And The Fruit Of The Waste, Of Plenty And Of Fire. And How Painlessly-time.

From The Place Where We Are Right, Flowers Will Not Grow In The Spring.

There Are Two Languages: One As Things Seem To Us And The Other Of Knowledge.

And As We Stray Further From Love, We Multiply The Words. Had We Remained Together We Could Have Become A Silence.