...you are not what you seem - you're a Sylph - you leave and the air retains your image - you haunt me...
~ John Geddes
...Ah, but the Moon my Love is jealous, and can you blame him? You outshine him with your virtues...
...I don't want what other men see in you- you the you I want is invisible but it is the part of you I really love...
...a bard's down-to-earth love: My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red and when she walks, treads on the ground...
...you called me poet-priest - I am. ...devoted to my art, faithful to you...or, is the other way around?...
...what else would a poet priest do on an endless night, but write of love?...
...I guess you're right - I am a priest - I offer sacrifices - so take this line, I want you to have something of mine...
...I'm shy in person - so afraid to confess my love - I need a go-between - our mutual friend, the Moon...
...I live with regrets - the bittersweet loss of innocence - the red track of the moon upon the lake - the inability to return and do it again...
...Neruda was right about all mysterious women - The moon lives in the lining of their skin...
...winter crescent resting in the high pine bough - you fly through the woods like a lone snow bird...
...a dream isn't a wish - it's an altered state of consciousness ...
...I prefer rain -sometimes I feel sunlight will turn me to stone - perhaps I'm a Troll...
...I looked in the window, wanting to stay - it rained, yet I remained...because you were so lovely...
...you need to travel to see the ocean - I don't need the ocean - I have the sky...
...I love Shakespeare, but sometimes....his images - If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head....
...I'm constantly agitated, restless - I work moments like worry beads until I see your face...
...I don't want security - to be self-assured - I want to risk my heart in making your portrait and be paid the wages of your devotion...
I keep coming back to certain books, and you—to try to find myself again
...I pray this winter be gentle and kind - a season of rest from the wheel of the mind...
...I hear the sounds of melting snow outside my window every night and with the first faint scent of spring, I remember life exists...
...never be disappointing - you may wound me, but you must never be disappointing...
...you listen first with the ears - then, you wait and listen for what your heart feels - then you consider what they've said - then, you reply ...
...yes, I am your priest, your magician, your lover - I make charms to incant your presence...
...and here's a secret for you - everything beautiful is sad...gilded with impermanence...
...God sometimes sends flowers -but I like it best when he darkens the sky and lights up an infinitude of worlds...
In the baby’s roomThe city lights areMilkyIn the curtains… Breath Gentle as rain, Sleep Quiet as snowflakes
...Myths aren’t fairy tales or legends—they’re an honest attempt to explain mysteries...
...the strands that connect us are frail, so don't hang great weights on slender wires...
...each heart is made of a different stone - no two feel alike nor break the same way ...
...what is the meaning of La Belle Dame Sans Merci? - have you never been enthralled? enchantment that is unrequited desolates the soul...
...I'm the last person to ask about unrequited love - I've run away to the Moon and fled to its valleys...
Your window square a yellow kite, and the Moon a white balloon
...we use intimacy to refer to the physical when it really pertains to the spiritual ..
...the religion of the heart is as intimate as a wish breathed to the night sky...
From the moment I saw you, I wanted you in my dreams
...you knew I was confused, tormented, but you enticed me - led me on...
...when the room goes silent, someone has spoken with authority...
...true authority is not based on control - it's based on truth...
...you mean you don't fit characters into a plot? excatly...
