So I Wait For You

I Had No More Alphabet Than The Journeying Of The Swallows, The Pure And Tiny Water Of The Small, Fiery Bird That Dances Rising From The Pollen.

You Can Cut All The Flowers But You Cannot Keep Spring From Coming.

The Best Poet Is The Man Who Delivers Our Daily Bread: The Local Baker.

What Did The Earth Teach The Trees? How To Speak To The Sky.

If Each Day Falls Inside Each Night, There Exists A Well Where Clarity Is Imprisoned. We Need To Sit On The Rim Of The Well Of Darkness And Fish For Fallen Light With Patience.