“...the religion of the heart is as intimate as a wish breathed to the night sky...”
“...my heart is a desolate field over which geese vee, the sky turns and the days lie fallow...”
“...you can't be intimate unless you're sensitive...”
“...you can use words if you wish, but I'm warning you - I've learned how to read your heart ...”
“...true love is my religion...”
“...I don't just wish you rain, Beloved - I wish you the beauty of storms...”
“...the bones of cirrus clouds stand out like ribs against the sky - an angel is stretching...”