“...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...”

“...you are my Lady of Shalott lost in a dream of isolation - I care too much for you - I romanticize depression...”

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

“....my sacred landscape is the foothills of the stars - I go there often to sleep ...”

“...a dream isn't a wish - it's an altered state of consciousness ...”

“...you trace a finger over my scar and uncloak me like a timid star...”

“...these vignettes I sketch for you - what are they? watercolors ..yes and dreams blurred with tears ...”