It must be hard when you are a beautiful woman and no one will look at your soul.
Poetry is paying attention to life when all the world seems asleep to its beauties and truths.
The religion of the heart is as intimate as a wish breathed to the night sky.
I pray this winter be gentle and kind - a season of rest from the wheel of the mind.
I'm shy in person - so afraid to confess my love - I need a go-between - our mutual friend, the Moon.
You think so logically... like a hawk soaring - I feel so chaotically... like a kite without a tail plummeting to earth.