Only A Burning Patience Will

Here I Came To The Very Edge Where Nothing At All Needs Saying, Everything Is Absorbed Through Weather And The Sea, And The Moon Swam Back, Its Rays All Silvered, And Time And Again The Darkness Would Be Broken By The Crash Of A Wave, And Every Day On The Balcony Of The Sea, Wings Open, Fire Is Born, And Everything Is Blue Again Like Morning.

There Is No Space Wider Than That Of Grief.

Let Us Forget With Generosity Those Who Cannot Love Us

Tonight I Can Write The Saddest Lines...though This Be The Last Pain That She Makes Me Suffer And These The Last Verses That I Write For Her.

The Truth Is In The Prolouge. Death To The Romantic Fool., The Expert In Solitary Confinement.