I'm not afraid of the opinions of others - but of being needed and coming up short.

I make no apology about stirring the depths - every human longs to swim under water and see what lurks beneath

You think so logically... like a hawk soaring - I feel so chaotically... like a kite without a tail plummeting to earth.

December's wintery breath is already clouding the pond, frosting the pane, obscuring summer's memory.

The winter is kind and leaves red berries on the boughs for hungry sparrows.

A sensual life is a ghostly existence where you live on the surface and your soul passes through everything, touching nothing.

When I think of you it's with tears, because no one else has such delicate hands that can reach into my soul and calm my fears.