My Soul Is An Empty Carousel At

I Love All The Things There Are, And Of All Fires Love Is The Only Inexhaustible One; And That's Why I Go From Life To Life.

Sometimes I Get Up At Dawn, And Even My Soul Is Wet.

While I'm Writing, I'm Far Away; And When I Come Back, I've Gone.

If Each Day Falls Inside Each Night, There Exists A Well Where Clarity Is Imprisoned. We Need To Sit On The Rim Of The Well Of Darkness And Fish For Fallen Light With Patience.

I Want To Do For You What The Spring Does For The Cherry Trees