“Clown in the Moon"My tears are like the quiet driftOf petals from some magic rose;And all my grief flows from the riftOf unremembered skies and snows.I think, that if I touched the earth,It would crumble;It is so sad and beautiful,So tremulously like a dream.”

“I think, that if I touched the earth,It would crumble;It is so sad and beautiful,So tremulously like a dream.”

“Love ForeverIf I were the trees ...I would turn my leaves to gold and scatter them toward the sky so they would circle about your head and fall in piles at your feet...so you might know wonder.If I were the mountains ...I would crumble down and lift you up so you could see all of my secret places, where the rivers flow and the animals run wild ...so you might know freedom.If I were the ocean ...I would raise you onto my gentle waves and carry you across the seas to swim with the whales and the dolphins in the moonlit waters,so you might know peace.If I were the stars ...I would sparkle like never before and fall from the sky as gentle rain,so that you would always look towards heaven and know that you can reach the stars.If I were the moon ...I would scoop you up and sail you through the sky and show you the Earth below in all its wonder and beauty, so you might know that all the Earth is at your command.If I were the sun ...I would warm and glow like never before and light the sky with orange and pink,so you would gaze upward and always know the glory of heaven.But I am me ...and since I am the one who loves you, I will wrap you in my arms and kiss you and love you with all of my heart,and this I will do until ...the mountains crumble down ...and the oceans dry up ...and the stars fall from the sky ...and the sun and moon burn out ...And that is forever.”

“I would not exchange the sorrows of my heart for the joys of the multitude. And I would not have the tears that sadness makes to flow from my every part turn into laughter. I would that my life remain a tear and a smile.”

“So how come it looks so beautiful?How come the moon falls from the sky?”

“Beauty is only to be admired, only to be loved - to be harvested carefully and then flung at a chosen lover like a gift of roses. It seems to me, so far as I can judge clearly at all, that my beauty would be used like that...”