Love is a flame to set the will on fire
It ought to have gangsters, and aeroplanes and a lot of automatic pistols.
The distant soul can shake the distant friend's soul and make the longing felt, over untold miles.
His face was filled with broken commandments.
Life, a beauty chased by tragic laughter.
I have seen dawn and sunset on moors and windy hills Coming in solemn beauty like slow old tunes of Spain.