“She looks like a summer people spend lives dreaming about.”

You got to love them but not as much as you ought to love yourself.

Your smile is an art no one should ever get hold of.

She is the sound of the rain kissing a river with all the colors of the spring.

Your arms are my safe place like a tree for a bird in the rain.

I love you as much as one person can love another, as much as this heart can hold without breaking.

I don’t have much but sunsets and poems to remember you with.

Happiness is to just read some good books and someone to share them with.

Love them while you can with a smile and slurping wine.

It is a lonely thing to do to stare at the stars and see poetry.

Our love like a sunset was short-lived but complete.

Your hair on my skin feels like gentle brushstrokes of a wind.

She smells of thousands of sunsets and wines with a foreseeable goodbye.

Love is mostly easy at night, it is morning you got to learn about.

Trees have heard the echoes mountains have cried in despair all alone.

Your eyes hold stars this world doesn’t know about yet, show them.

A snowy night with fine wine and an old dusty book, a perfect place to be once in a while.

Now, women forget all those things they don’t want to remember, and remember everything they don’t want to forget. The dream is the truth. Then they act and do things accordingly.

To fulfill a dream, to be allowed to sweat over lonely labor, to be given a chance to create, is the meat and potatoes of life. The money is the gravy.

If you can imagine it, you can achieve it. If you can dream it, you can become it.

I’ve seen my own death in dreams like this and it’s helped me appreciate life more. I’ve also seen my own life in dreams and it’s helped me appreciate death more.

We have lingered in the chambers of the sea By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown Till human voices wake us and we drown.

Good Night, Goodnight, Dream.

Study while others are sleeping; work while others are loafing; prepare while others are playing; and dream while others are wishing.

With no goals, no priorities, no life strategy of our own, we drift with the herd through an endless meadow of mediocrity, unable to break loose, to achieve even a small part of the dreams we once cherished.