“...in my dream the shadings of your soul are the dark tincture of rain...”

“....you were a jumble of broken bits of glass the sun caught and stained my soul with your colors....”

“... only darkened trails of rain could paint your face upon a pane...”

“...words are so strong and I am so timid - my soul ignores warnings and I end up covered with your paint ...”

“... your heart is your soul twinkling in the black firmament inside you...”

“...my dreams are tangled in images of stars and clouds and firelight - we go camping at night - it's my lucid dream of being with you...”

“...I'm innocent still -inside me are stained glass windows that have never been broken- and when I see your light it stains my soul with color ...”