will drink wine night and day.
They will drink until they can
The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you.
Don't go back to sleep.
Everything other than love for the most beautiful God
though it be sugar- eating.
What is agony of the spirit?
Love is reckless; not reason.
Reason seeks a profit.
Love comes on strong,
consuming herself, unabashed.
What the material world values does
not shine the same in the truth of the soul.
Your grief for what youve lost holds a mirror
up to where you're bravely working.
I have a fire for you in my mouth, but I have a hundred seals
on my tongue.
The flames which I have in my heart would make one mouth-
I have been tricked by flying too close
to what I thought I loved.
Now the candleflame is out, the wine spilled,
Late, by myself, in the boat of myself,
no light and no land anywhere,
cloudcover thick. I try to stay