It defines passion and if not for this, we merely exist. You define passion as sweet
delirium and so it is but go deeper and it is the very flame that lights our souls. Some
are afraid of being singed in the fire. For those who walk on burning coals, the love
is worth the pain. We surrender to the cost for the joy that may be found...Your
poems are like epistles, Dale. They read like conversation, which is a hallmark of
great poetry. What else could we expect from you?
A poet and wanderer's life is
a lonely one--we seek what we can't find in this life. Is it that we don't see or do we
intuit a beauty beyond the horizon that we just can't quite touch. We can feel it but
it remains just beyond our reach. Sad, yes, but strangely beautiful all at once as it
holds a certain nobility. Go ahead and tell me I'm full of "hooey", I can take it, lol!
Hope your New Year brings your heart's desire, Dale...Love, Lin
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