“The darkest night always ends in morning light.”

Theres no shame in needing softness if your heart speaks in flowers.

She was a walking poem. A thunderstorm of emotions demanding to be felt.

The depth of your soul cannot be reached by those afraid to swim.

Though life will always change let your light remain the same.

How strange that our hearts heal from the same thing that broke it -love.

The heart will welcome destruction to avoid tasting loneliness -why we stay.

Hearts watered with love grow into flowers.

Your hands find me my skin has been waiting for this, for hands that speak with tenderness.

When you finally let go peace begins to flow.

All the grey and gloom was colored by the light she bloomed.

Nothing can bury you if you have the strength to grow.

The rain that’s been so heavy, is only a reminder of the harvest that’s coming.

Never forget your power, for in your heart you yeild flowers.

Let the stillness wash over you and bring a silence to the storm.

We travel great distances to find ourselves when we need to only look within.

Let the past move past you.

I do not speak as I think, I do not think as I should, and so it all goes on in helpless darkness.

It’s darkness without you, or didn’t you know? That the sunshine goes with you, wherever you go.

I write differently from what I speak, I speak differently from what I think, I think differently from the way I ought to think, and so it all proceeds into deepest darkness.

Congress may carry on the most wicked and pernicious of schemes under the dark veil of secrecy. The liberties of a people never were, nor ever will be, secure, when the transactions of their rulers may be concealed from them.

Bereavement is a darkness impenetrable to the imagination of the unbereaved.

Blemishes are hid by night and every fault forgiven; darkness makes any woman fair.

I think perhaps I will always hold a candle for you – even until it burns my hand. And when the light has long since gone I will be there in the darkness holding what remains, quite simply because I cannot let go.

Our eyes are at fault, that is all. God is in the manger, wealth in poverty, light in darkness, succor in abandonment.