Poetry is like standing on the edge of a lake on a moonlit night and the light of the moon is always pointing straight at you.
Billy CollinsAnd the reason I am writing this on the back of a manila envelope now that they have left the train together is to tell you that when she turned to lift the large, delicate cello onto the overhead rack, I saw him looking up at her and what she was doing the way the eyes of saints are painted when they are looking up at God when he is doing something remarkable, something that identifies him as God.
Billy Collins