"Everything is gone except traces of you inside me - and the years like the wind are sweeping those away ..."

"The only difference between you and a dream is I haven't woken up with you."

"From the moment I saw you, I wanted you in my dreams."

"I can't grasp the stars, but I love them " in the same way, I love you..."

"Strands of your hair and tendrils of the wind spin into nothingness the memories of that day..."

"Only a seer or a lover would know that I'm making a jewelry of words for you -drawn from your essence -to flash and burn with your fire -so you can bedazzle with your own light ..."

"I don't want what other men see in you- you the you I want is invisible but it is the part of you I really love..."

"Yes I understand your spells-your sex magic-at least, I know this: all lights dim when you walk in..."

"The feelings that pass between us are deeper than fleshly touches..."

"Here's what I believe - sometimes God has a Plan B..."

"In the baby's roomThe city lights areMilkyIn the curtains. Breath Gentle as rain, Sleep Quiet as snowflakes."

"I learn about the sacred in the everyday - I look in your face..."

"The magic of love runs at cross purposes with the rhythm of living..."

"There is a myth called objective reality - we think an impersonal world exists apart from us - it doesn't - it needs us to be ..."

"If you always move in certainty, your writing will be flat - creativity is a rugged terrain..."

"I think there are lovely sunsets in hell-and that's where my desire for you is sending me."

"I committed a sin the day I refused you - I discovered metal inside me where my heart should be - forgive me, Love, for acting on principles..."

"If you want your own distinctive voice, you first have to become someone..."

"At morning, I'm unruffled - I'll sit with my tea and Muse Cat beside me and listen to the soft chime of the grandfather clock..."

"Your memory is a warm stone hidden in my hand I'm always turning over..."

"There's the suffering from love and the suffering from grief - either pain permanently scars the soul..."

"All these epic battles and monsters lately - but love is a tiny world and I prefer a more personal style..."

"You can have a dark heart and be a writer, but you can't have a black one.."

"You must never partly love or stop half way - because then, you become superficial and cannot be deeply hurt or loved..."

"Perhaps in actions I'm less of a man - but, oh the words - such lovely words..."

"Paint in blue and black...sometimes gray - the colors of night - occasionally I surprise you with a mustard yellow, but then, I am a poet ..."

"I retreat into my fictional world where everything makes sense - but even there I can't even control what people do..."

"You mean you don't fit characters into a plot? excatly..."

"I don't just wish you rain, Beloved - I wish you the beauty of storms..."

"Goodness is not the absence of evil - it's the light that pushes back the darkness..."

"Only darkened trails of rain could paint your face upon a pane..."

"You don't need a calling to minister love..."

"It was inevitable I loved you - we were soul mates - for the same reason, we were fated to suffer..."

"I've marked our sacred place not with stones - I've put it my art to keep it safe..."

"You are a ring tone on the phone I didn't answer."

"I see you as series of gestures, a palette of colors -all these tiny tiles pixelate, and then coalesce... into the idea of you..."

"Everything I treasure is broken - it's of no use to anybody but me..."

"I gave you painted air - tears I couldn't weep - truths I couldn't speak - all the words that caught in my throat..."

"God and your heart both whisper - incline your ear - don't just learn from your head..."

"You want things to remain the same, which they never can, and so you're wounded by your own feelings & resentful others don't seem to care..."

"I always thought youth were idealists - now, I'm not so sure - I'm more idealistic now then at 17..."

"Some of the best love poems have been written by monks and nuns..."

"I live in Ireland every day in a drizzly dream of a Dublin walk..."

"I live with regrets - the bittersweet loss of innocence - the red track of the moon upon the lake - the inability to return and do it again..."

"Spiritual or emotional pain doesn't become a memory so much as a bruise ..."

"I hear the sounds of melting snow outside my window every night and with the first faint scent of spring, I remember life exists..."

"Some writers closet themselves - I write wherever I am because that's where life is happening ..."

"Last night, lost in spaces between star-bays and lakes of clouds, I tossed and turned looking for you."

"Your moods and colors are my climate, not the changing face of the sky."

"I keep coming back to certain books, and you-to try to find myself again."