“Those who don’t feel this Love
pulling them like a river,
those who don’t drink dawn
like a cup of spring water
or take in sunset like supper,
those who don’t want to change, let them sleep.
This Love is beyond the study of theology,
that old trickery and hypocrisy. I you want to improve your mind that way, sleep on.
I’ve given up on my brain.
I’ve torn the cloth to shreds
and thrown it away.
If you’re not completely naked,
wrap your beautiful robe of words
around you, and sleep.”
“She walks in beauty, like the night of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that’s best of dark and bright meet in her aspect and her eyes: Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.”- George Byron
“Being sick allows you to check out of life. Getting well again means you have to check back in.”
My fingertips tug at your sandy blond locks, pulling you close as we merge into the underworld, our eyes dancing and entwined, with words already said. Enticing are you and ravenously hungry am I.