Darling, do you remember the man you married? Touch me, remind me who I am.
Deftly they opened the brain of a child, and it was full of flying dreams.
The heart breaks and breaks and lives by breaking it is necessary to go through dark and deeper dark and not to turn
Be what you are. Give What is yours to give. Have Style. Dare.
I like an ending that's both a door and a window.
The poem comes in the form of a blessing, like rapture breaking on the mind.