The minute I heard my first love story, I started looking for you, not knowing how blind that was. Lovers don't finally meet somewhere. They're in each other all along.

If these poems repeat themselves, then so does Spring.

We were green: we ripened and grew golden. The Sea terrified us: we learned how to drown. Squat and earthbound, we unfolded huge wings. We started sober: are love's startled drunkards. You hide me in your cloak of nothingness Reflect my ghost in your glass of being I am nothing, yet appear: transparent dream Where your eternity briefly trembles.

Whoever gives reverence receives reverence.

Whoever brought me here will have to take me home.

This is what love does and continues to do. It tastes like honey to adults and milk to children.

A woman is a mystery to guide a wise and open man.