“TreeI dreamt you invisible majestyhovering above the face of all things.Rooted in the pain of ash,mere man, I bore you, sepulchre,dead father, silently, within,called out to you the windswept wordsof lost millennia, words that kindle rage.You never answered me. You left mefearing night, hidden fire, leaping flame,tree God in the night.”

“You kindled me, heap of ashes that I am, into fire. He had wondered once why love was always phrased in terms of burning. The conflagration in his own veins, now, gave the answer.”

“‎And yet I have had the weakness, and have still the weakness, to wish you to know with what a sudden mastery you kindled me, heap of ashes that I am, into fire.”

“You are a woman of Wisdom, courage, strength, compassion & creativity. Go forth, then, with the fire of CONFIDENCE in your heart. Kindle with care, & never let its brillant flame go out!”

“yes, you are. your dead," i say. "you left me. i saw you. you left me. snd now i'm here in maine where everything is crazy and you can't run at night and it's cold.”

“You cannot put a fire out!A thing that can ignite can go itself-without a flame-E'en through the darkest night!”