Even when you feel you've reached the end or edge of life, hold on. Life itself will ultimately take care of you.

No map to help us find the tranquil flat lands, clearings calm, fields without mean fences. Rolling down the other side of life our compass is the sureness of ourselves. Time may make us rugged, ragged round the edges, but know and understand that love is still the safest place to land.

I've come to terms with it, it knows I know.

A poet can't afford to be aloof. The tools of his trade are the people he bumps up against.

If I could do it over, I'd do better.

Be gentle with me, new love. Treat me tenderly. I need the gentle touch, the soft voice, the candlelight after nine. There's been so many who didn't understand so give me all the love I see in your timid eyes but give it gently Please.

There is no other way to find ourselves but in each others faces.