“It snows like the sky wants to burst for once to meet his earth.”

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.

She looks like a summer people spend lives dreaming about.

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.

That somehow distances us from actually taking part fully with the reality we do have, and that creates suffering.

Curiosity might be pictured as being made up of chains of small questions extending outwards, sometimes over huge distances, from a central hub composed of a few blunt, large questions.

I am the drying meadow; you the unspoken apology; he is the fluctuating distance between mother and son.

Finally he closed the distance between us and kissed me – a sweet, gentle kiss that held within it every single one of the thousand days I’d loved him as my everything, long after I’d begun to love him as a friend.

When we were at the Apollo, Holiday was a block away. I asked her for her autograph.

When dawn comes, that memory gradually distances…Tonight, I will bring it to sleep with me, so that will not be taken away by the waves of the night.

The distance between who I am, and who I want to be is measure only, by my actions.

Freedom is a state of complete and absolute insecurity and not knowing. So, in seeking security and safety, you actually distance yourself from the freedom you want.