Your eyelashes will write on my heart the poem that could never come from the pen of a poet.
Move, but don't move the way fear makes you move.
I am your own voice echoing off the walls of God
A pen went scribbling along. When it tried to write love, it broke.
Love is the house of God and you are living in that house.
When lovers of life get ready to dance, the earth shakes and the sky trembles.