Who but lovers dream alike

I woke this morning with tears poured like rain To realize alot in the world is in vein My wish to all is peace love and light To bring all together and negativity take flight. Your heart can be pure and riddled with love You just have to care and watch flight of a dove Talk is cheap and fables are true Follow your heart and never be blue.

The hoopoe said Your hearts congealed like iceWhen will you free yourself from cowardiceSince you have such a short time to live hereWhat difference does it make What should you fearThe world is filth and sin and homeless menMust enter it and homeless leave again.They die as worms in squalid pain if weMust perish in this quest that certainlyIs better than a life of filth and grief.If this great search is vain if my beliefIs groundless it is right that I should die.So many errors throng the world - then whyShould we not risk this quest To suffer blameFor love is better than a life of shame.No one has reached this goal so why appealTo those whose blindness claims it is unrealId rather die deceived by dreams than giveMy heart to home and trade and never live.Weve been and heard so much - what have we learnedNot for one moment has the self been spurnedFools gather round and hinder our release.When will their stale insistent whining ceaseWe have no freedom to achieve our goalUntil from Self and fools we free the soul.To be admitted past the veil you mustBe dead to all the crowd considers just.Once past the veil you understand the WayFrom which the crowds glib courtiers blindly stray.If you have any will leave womens storiesAnd even if this search for hidden gloriesProves blasphemy at last be sure our questIs not mere talk but an exacting test.The fruit of loves great tree is povertyWhoever knows this knows humility.When love has pitched his tent in someones breastThat man despairs of life and knows no rest.Loves pain will murder him and blandly askA surgeons fee for managing the task -The water that he drinks brings pain his breadIs turned to blood immediately shedThough he is weak faint feebler than an antLove forces him to be her combatantHe cannot take one mouthful unawareThat he is floundering in a sea of care.

...It felt like they were telling each other secrets. Everything they said felt like thatwhispered tender full of other meanings like when you tell someone a dream or talk about your astrological signs as code for all the things you love about each other.

I have leveled with the girls - from Anchorage to Amarillo.I tell them that all marriages are happyIts the living together afterward thats tough.I tell them that a good marriage is not a giftIts an achievement.that marriage is not for kids It takes guts and maturity.It separates the men from the boys and the women from the girls.I tell them that marriage is tested dily by the ability to compromise.Its survival can depend on being smart enough to know whats worth fighting about.Or making an issue of or even mentioning.Marriage is giving - and more important its forgiving.And it is almost always the wife who must do these things.Then as if that were not enough she must be willing to forget what she forgave.Often that is the hardest part.Oh I have leveled all right.If they dont get my message BusterIts because they dont want to get it.Rose-colored glasses are never made in bifocalsBecause nobody wants to red the small print in dreams.

Heres a glorious thought You dont have to settle. Ever. In life in love in your careerANYWHERE

Sonnet LXXXI And now youre mine. Rest with your dream in my dream. Love and pain and work should all sleep now. The night turns on its invisible wheels and you are pure beside me as a sleeping ember. No one else Love will sleep in my dreams. You will go we will go together over the waters of time. No one else will travel through the shadows with me only you evergreen ever sun ever moon. Your hands have already opened their delicate fists and let their soft drifting signs drop away your eyes closed like two gray wings and I move after following the folding water you carry that carries me away. The night the world the wind spin out their destiny. Without you I am your dream only that and that is all.

Dreams and Happiness are...drugs. And the pain that follows is not less than a sharp knife...or a sharp-nail. It bleeds without blood. You just feel it. With every sense you have got on every single inch of earth in every tiny part of the minute you live. It compels you to feed...yourself...

Theres something really cool about knowing that your destiny is SO big that youre not meant to share it with anyone. At least not yet.

Who am I Im just a writer. I write things down. I walk through your dreams and invent the future. Sure I sink the boat of love but that comes later. And yes I swallow glass but that comes later.