I'm shy in person - so afraid to confess my love - I need a go-between - our mutual friend, the Moon.

I love it when the dark bottle of night spills out, and the Moon writes in chalk about us.

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

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

The abyss you stare into and that stares back at you is your reflection in the mirror - we all have it - that shadow self - that dark heart.

I'm shy in person - so afraid to confess my love - I need a go-between - our mutual friend, the Moon.

Ambition or contentment? This simple question led me back to a more balanced view of life and put me in touch with the Me I used to know.