Longing, it may be, is the gift no other gift supplies.
In the name of the bee And of the butterfly And of the breeze, amen!
Just a turn of the doorknob, and there lies freedom.
The things of which we want the proof are those we know the best.
An ear can break a human heart As quickly as a spear, We wish the ear had not a heart So dangerously near.
I hope your rambles have been sweet, and your reveries spacious