“it’s like loving the stars themselves. You don’t expect a sunset to admire you back.”
...I started listening to the wolves and the timber, wolves and the timber at night…
I wake in the field with the cold and the lonesome—the moon’s the only face I see
So long, so high….
...So ask all your questions, try all their answers.
And change as we may, whatever should follow,
I love you.
I had you here.. had you.
Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map