Why do so manysettle for so little? I don't understand why they're not greedy for what's inside them.

We must unlearn the constellations to see the stars.

What we feel most has no name but amber, archers, cinnamon, horses and birds.

Our heart wanders lost in the dark woods. Our dream wrestles in the castle of doubt. But there’s music in us. Hope is pushed down but the angel flies up again taking us with her.

I'm vain enough to think that I've made a successful life. I've had everything I've ever wanted. You can't beat that.

How astonishing it is that language can almost mean, and frightening that it does not quite.

Suddenly this defeat. This rain. The blues gone gray And the browns gone gray And yellow A terrible amber. In the cold streets Your warm body. In whatever room Your warm body. Among all the people Your absence The people who are always Not you. I have been easy with trees Too long. Too familiar with mountains. Joy has been a habit. Now Suddenly This rain.