“Some teach youwhat can’t be taught,by turning their backon you & helpingyou get internallycloser to everythingyou externallysought.”

“Each timewe bow to thefeet of anythingwe find riveting,the mind rises tobe surprised withnew crowningdiamonds ofcreativity.”

“How do you know you love her?’ His friend asked.’Because I would cross a hundred rivers and die a thousand suns just to be with her,’ He said.”

“My favorite words in the world are these: “what” and “if” in conjunction.They question curiosities in simple form and function.“What” is a query of broadest scope.“If” is wonder that fuels all hope.Together they lasso the mind like rope, and spur the wildest deductions!”

“An editorial in the Los Angeles Times [1923] wistfully asked, ‘Will eating chestnuts by crackling log fires become one of the lost arts preserved by a devoted people only in poetry and romance?”

“If this turns to friendship, it only meansThat one of us will suffer.That when we meet after the worst of endings,There will only be this skein of words between us—Most of them for boredom, fewer for loneliness—Rising out of our mutual space of breath, leavingBehind a bluer sky each moment of departure.And one of us will cling on to its blue,Hung on partings like a muted cloud, whileThe other rides on a wing of word away from here.”

“Poetry flows from our hearts. It is like that mass of snow we call a glacier and when it starts its slow movement, it thaws all the icicles, which keep mounting within us, in the hope of receiving the warmth of words.”

“Et ce monde étrange continue de tourner.”

“With callused handsi tastedthe softness of the moonin the coldest windsi discoveredmy soul’s warmest fireplacein the roughnessof his stubblethe tenderest love.”

“If you only knew how many sentences I have withheld in hopes that I will be allowed to speak them into your heart one day.”

“How is it that hearts hold on to memories with the strength of hope and possibilities.”

“At the end of the night awaits the white morning: showered in sunlight.”

“When my worldwas nothing but darknessI set my soul on fire.”

“~Tonight’s Sea~Meet me by the sea, Under the stars. Where we can gaze With our hearts. Today, I am restless, Waiting for tonight’s meet. I cannot believe how endlessThese hours can be. I hope the constellationsAre aligned. For tonight we’ll seeWhere our connection wanders. I’ll hold on to this dream. My grip isn’t fading. My memory isn’t gone. Tonight we will be wadingIn the sea waters of love. -Rachel Nicole Wagner Original”