I contemplate the impossible and achieve madness. This is my blessing. This is my curse. My heaven, my hell.

The amount of her madness
depends on the amount of her love.
If she is crazy, frantic, insane with you,
then simply stated . . .
She is in love with you.

My soul
must reach
into the clouds
and touch
the beauty
of madness.

She burns like the sun
Beautiful when she comes undone
No restraints
Pure passion flowing through her veins
Madness refusing to be tamed.

You'll find magic everywhere, even in dark, dusty corners, if you stop searching with your limited human eyes and instead feel with your naked soul.

She's a tangled mess of wild- a forest nymph, a goddess child. She's like the seductive sea - feral and fierce, calm and serene. She's the starfish swimming in my soul, the woman child who keeps me sane, who keeps me whole.