“...the bones of cirrus clouds stand out like ribs against the sky - an angel is stretching...”

“... my early writing was a silent fury - at what or whom, I had no idea - but I shut it in until it burned my bones and now, I've let it out...”

“...Sunday evenings are heavier than clouds with rain, darker too and often interminable...”

“when I see you, I see mystery - a pale moon's beauty behind a veil of cloud”

“...I recall that day on the beach - the sand so brilliant, the clouds so massive, and the wind punishing your hair...”

“...the religion of the heart is as intimate as a wish breathed to the night sky...”

“...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...”