She was gracious and yet fading, like an old statue in a garden, that symbolizes the weather through which it has endured, and is not so much the work of man as the work of wind and rain and the herd...
The heart of the jealous knows the best and most satisfying love, that of the other's bed, where the rival perfects the lover's imperfections.
the ballerina on perfected toeSpins to the axis of a fortitudeThat is the sum of all her yesterdays.
We are adhering to life now with our last muscle - the heart.
I like my human experience served up with a little silence and restraint. Silence makes experience go further and, when it does die, gives it that dignity common to a thing one had touched and not rav...
Dreams have only the pigmentation of fact.