Poetry Is A Verdict Rather

Don't Call Yourself A Secret Unless You Mean To Keep It.

It's Hard To Hold The Hand Of Anyone Who Is Reaching For The Sky Just To Surrender

Oh The Sisters Of Mercy, They Are Not Departed Or Gone.

My Heart Sings Of Your Longing For Me, And My Thoughts Climb Down To Marvel At Your Mercy. I Do Not Fear As You Gather Up My Days. Your Name Is The Sweetness Of Time, And You Carry Me Close Into The Night, Speaking Consolations, Drawing Down Lights From The Sky, Saying, See How The Night Has No Terrors For One Who Remembers The Name.

A Community Is An Alibi For The Failure Of Individual Love.