“For no reason is every reason to fly you to Paris this weekend maybe for coffee at the corner and dinner on the balcony of somewhere old and somewhere new. Darling, I found my Paris in you.”

I shouldn’t have to dream of losing you to hold you all closer in the morning.

It may have killed the cat but curiosity is what keeps me alive.

Open your eyes to the bottomless sky that teases omnipresence and know that you are my beyond.

You danced the fine line between graceful and reckless and this is what I wake to wait for.

I spy a life on fire and taken for granted by me.

Needing leave clumsy me – spilling mustard on my sleeve as cover-up for all the talk of love.

You and your sea glass green kaleidoscope eyes have always been my kryptonite.

We’re outsiders- you and I- we could almost be brilliant.

I hope your lemonade tastes like young summers and old times.

Things will change – that’s the best and worst of it.

The world knew it couldn’t break you unless you listened to it talking shit thought and broke yourself.

I dream of you in constellations.

And there in the mirror staring into your shadows eyes red nosed and mascara freckled you’ll recognize yourself again.

Maybe we could begin entwined – not whole – but one again.

Your forever is always worth waiting for.

You make me feel the way Christmas did when I was a kid, I’d close my eyes look to the skies and magic became real.

I want to spend the rest of my coffee’s with you.

When the going gets tough, the tough take a coffee break.

Man cannot live by coffee alone, but he will give it a damn good try.

Will this coffee get me an Oscar?

I wake up some mornings and sit and have my coffee and look out at my beautiful garden, and I go, Remember how good this is. Because you can lose it.

Decision making, like coffee, needs a cooling process.

If this is coffee, please bring me some tea; but if this is tea, please bring me some coffee.

A sandwich and a cup of coffee, and then off to violin-land, where all is sweetness and delicacy and harmony.