“So I wait for you like a lonely house till you will see me again and live in me. Till then my windows ache.”

Do tears not yet spilled wait in small lakes?

Love is a war of lightning, and two bodies ruined by a single sweetness.

By night, Love, tie your heart to mine, and the two together in their sleep will defeat the darkness.

In the distance someone is singing.

Tie your heart at night to mine, love, and both will defeat the darkness like twin drums beating in the forest against the heavy wall of wet leaves.

What did the earth teach the trees? How to speak to the sky.

I have forgotten your love, yet I seem to glimpse you in every window.

Love, what a long way, to arrive at a kiss.

As if you were on fire from within. The moon lives in the lining of your skin.

I love you as one loves certain dark things.

I move in the university of the waves.

We are dust and to dust return. In the end we’re neither air, nor fire, nor water, just dirt, neither more nor less, just dirt, and maybe some yellow flowers.

You can cut all the flowers but you cannot keep spring from coming.

I am a book of snow, a spacious hand, an open meadow, a circle that waits, I belong to the earth and its winter.

To feel the affection that comes from those whom we do not know, widens out the boundaries of our being, and unites all living things.

Everything is ceremony in the wild garden of childhood.

When the heart knows the reason for tears, it prepares to carry the ache for years.

It is painful to be in love. One way or another you’re always aching for something.

Freedom is a mystic voyage we must embark on. A journey that swallows us into the oesophagus of aching dreams, until we reach the belly of hope.

No matter how hard you try, some parts of your soul never stop aching.

I’m aching to be with you, hold you touch you feel you. It won’t be long when we sing along. Hang in there my precious, wade away all the hysteresis. We will meet again soon, recreating the magic, the tune.

This love is soaked in alchemy, our leaden hearts broken by aching pasts have transformed into gold. I never knew love had the power to do so.

Every love that once promised you a forever will leave you at some point in your life and all that is left is a forever in boxes full of fading pictures and aching memories.

And all this aching memories of you are floating through my burning veins; letting my scars glow in a dark blue reflecting the colour of your weary eyes.