“those whom love has held, has held here in time curious, in this labyrinth of roses—it will go on holding, though in cruelty—of stars we could not reach for, but still remembered.” — John Daniel Thieme Copy Share Image
“. . .though the names of lovers are forgotten in time, their names written across the sky as ogham threads are traced between the stars” — John Daniel Thieme Copy Share Image
“those whom love has held, has held here in time curious, in this labyrinth of roses—it will go on holding, though in cruelty—of stars… — John Daniel Thieme Copy Share Image
“that I thought of you—of the air that slipped between the strands of your hair, and blue stones in my hand, before the autumn… — John Daniel Thieme Copy Share Image
“To forget would mean the things we never knew had never waited to be known, never waited to be forgotten, had never been; waiting… — John Daniel Thieme Copy Share Image
“. . .in your light, had I learned to love, here in your beauty, could I speak knowing of this space close within as… — John Daniel Thieme Copy Share Image
“. . .our whispered words, faintly in the darkness, dissolving within the trees—then, fleeting words of consolation would not suffice if feigned, and flippant… — John Daniel Thieme Copy Share Image
“we lived depravity and called it truth, silencing our dreaming, and our love, discarding things holy.” — John Daniel Thieme Copy Share Image
“a few words spoken beneath the moon, love may be, but I write your name in the celestial dust that lingers in the air,… — John Daniel Thieme Copy Share Image
“. . .the sorrows of the heart yearn to be erased, for one final atonement finite and forgetting and whole—but time in its preserving… — John Daniel Thieme Copy Share Image
“beneath the stars that drift; she sighed and said "Every tale of a love can only be a tale of ghosts that linger in… — John Daniel Thieme Copy Share Image
“I wish to go down under the waters— the cool, crystalline waters that I knew, where all that is, here, existing, is is only… — John Daniel Thieme Copy Share Image
“. . . This is not the same river at my fingertips. There are no paths, no sunken roads familiar in the forest, by… — John Daniel Thieme Copy Share Image
