When I Die, I Shall

I Will Be Waiting Here.... For Your Silence To Break, For Your Soul To Shake, For Your Love To Wake!

It Is Certain That An Atom Of Goodness On The Path Of Faith Is Never Lost.

Tear Off The Mask. Your Face Is Glorious

Ecstatic Love Is An Ocean, And The Milky Way Is A Flake Of Foam Floating On It.

Since I Was Cut From The Reedbed I Have Made This Crying Sound. Anyone Separated From Someone He Loves Understands What I Say. Anyone Pulled From A Source Longs To Go Back.