Try Something Different. Surrender.

All That You Think Is Rain Is Not. Behind The Veil Angels Sometimes Weep.

The Testing Of Good And Bad Is In Order That The Gold May Boil And Bring The Scum To The Top.

Drum Sound Rises On The Air, Its Throb, My Heart. A Voice Inside The Beat Says, "i Know You're Tired, But Come. This Is The Way.

At Night, I Open The Window And Ask The Moon To Come And Press Its Face Against Mine. Breathe Into Me. Close The Language-door And Open The Love-window. The Moon Won't Use The Door, Only The Window.

I Want To See You. Know Your Voice. Recognize You When You First Come 'round The Corner. Sense Your Scent When I Come Into A Room You've Just Left. Know The Lift Of Your Heel, The Glide Of Your Foot. Become Familiar With The Way You Purse Your Lips Then Let Them Part, Just The Slightest Bit, When I Lean In To Your Space And Kiss You. I Want To Know The Joy Of How You Whisper "more