Give me the Love that leads the wayThe Faith that nothing can dismayThe Hope no disappointments tireThe Passion thatll burn like fireLet me not sink to be a clodMake me Thy fuel Flame of God

Gavin I cant talk to you here. People will call me crazy.My imaginary friend smirked. But youre already talking to me.Well I have to stop.His smirk grew cocky. I doubt you can resist.And he was right. There was nothing I wanted more than to give my full attention to an imagined shadow and ignore those who ignored me in the real world. I wanted to talk out loud to Gavinto play and laugh boisterously with him. In a dream I could justify such behavior but to succumb to hallucinations while wide awake would only prove me insane.

I wish you to know that you have been the last dream of my soul.

Id sit around dreaming that the boys I saw at shows or at work - the boys with silver earrings and big boots - would tell me I was beautiful take me home and feed me Thai food or omelets and undress me and make love to me all night with the palm trees whispering windsongs about a tortured gleaming city and the moonlight like flame melting our candle bodies.

I think that love is stronger than habits or circumstances. I think it is possible to keep yourself for someone for a long time and still remember why you were waiting when she comes at last.... I would enter your sleep if I could and guard you there and slay the thing that hounds you as I would if it had the courage to face me in fair daylight. But I cannot come in unless you dream of me.

The Simple PathSilence is PrayerPrayer is FaithFaith is LoveLove is ServiceThe Fruit of Service is Peace

When the Deep Purple fallsOver sleepy garden walls And the stars begin to flicker in the skyThru the mist of a memoryYou wander back to meBreathing my name with a sigh.In the still of the nightOnce again I hold you tight Tho youre gone your love lives onWhen moonlight beams.And as long as my heart will beatLover well always meetHere in my Deep Purple dreams.

Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths, Enwrought with golden and silver light, The blue and the dim and the dark cloths Of night and light and the half light, I would spread the cloths under your feet: But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

You must give everything to make your life as beautiful as the dreams that dance in your imagination.

I like the posture but not the yoga. I like the inebriated morning but not the opium. I like the flower but not the garden the moment but not the dream. Quiet my love. Be still. I am sleeping.