Your name is upon my tongue your image is in my sight your memory is in my heart where can I send these words that I write ?
In his mind she lay at his lap with his fingers gliding thru her straight beautiful hair. He smiles and says" your beauty lights up everything around you.
Where the lips are silent the heart has a thousand tongues.
Inside of us, there's a continual autumn. Our leaves fall and are blown out over the water.
People of the world don't look at themselves, and so they blame one another.
Water, stories, the body, all the things we do, are mediums that hid and show what's hidden.