If youre a bird... Im a bird...

I would like to be the air that inhabits you for a moment only. I would like to be that unnoticed and that necessary.

If You Forget MeI want you to knowone thing.You know how this isif I lookat the crystal moon at the red branchof the slow autumn at my windowif I touchnear the firethe impalpable ashor the wrinkled body of the logeverything carries me to youas if everything that existsaromas light metalswere little boatsthat sailtoward those isles of yours that wait for me.Well nowif little by little you stop loving meI shall stop loving you little by little.If suddenlyyou forget medo not look for mefor I shall already have forgotten you.If you think it long and madthe wind of bannersthat passes through my lifeand you decideto leave me at the shoreof the heart where I have rootsrememberthat on that dayat that hourI shall lift my armsand my roots will set offto seek another land.Butif each dayeach houryou feel that you are destined for mewith implacable sweetnessif each day a flowerclimbs up to your lips to seek meah my love ah my ownin me all that fire is repeatedin me nothing is extinguished or forgottenmy love feeds on your love belovedand as long as you live it will be in your armswithout leaving mine.

It doesnt matter who you are or what you look like so long as somebody loves you.

Mama Mama help me get homeIm out in the woods I am out on my own.I found me a werewolf a nasty old muttIt showed me its teeth and went straight for my gut.Mama Mama help me get homeIm out in the woods I am out on my own.I was stopped by a vampire a rotting old wreckIt showed me its teeth and went straight for my neck.Mama Mama put me to bedI wont make it home Im already half-dead.I met an Invalid and fell for his artHe showed me his smile and went straight for my heart.-From A Childs Walk Home Nursery Rhymes and Folk Tales

and he suddenly knew that if she killed herself he would die. Maybe not immediately maybe not with the same blinding rush of pain but it would happen. You couldnt live for very long without a heart.

Youre in a car with a beautiful boy and he wont tell you that he loves you but he loves you. And you feel like youve done something terrible like robbed a liquor store or swallowed pills or shoveled yourself a grave in the dirt and youre tired. Youre in a car with a beautiful boy and youre trying not to tell him that you love him and youre trying to choke down the feeling and youre trembling but he reaches over and he touches you like a prayer for which no words exist and you feel your heart taking root in your body like youve discovered something you didnt even have a name for.

I told you. You dont love someone because of their looks or their clothes or their car. You love them because they sing a song only your heart can understand.

When love beckons to you follow him Though his ways are hard and steep. And when his wings enfold you yield to him Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you. And when he speaks to you believe in him Though his voice may shatter your dreams as the north wind lays waste the garden. For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you. Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning. Even as he ascends to your height and caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun So shall he descend to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth......But if in your fear you would seek only loves peace and loves pleasure Then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out of loves threshing-floor Into the seasonless world where you shall laugh but not all of your laughter and weep but not all of your tears. Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself.Love possesses not nor would it be possessed For love is sufficient unto love. And think not you can direct the course of love if it finds you worthy directs your course. Love has no other desire but to fulfil itself.But if you love and must needs have desires let these be your desires To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night. To know the pain of too much tenderness. To be wounded by your own understanding of love And to bleed willingly and joyfully.

I wonder if fears ever really go away or if they just lose their power over us.