“To forget would mean the things we never knew had never waited to be known, never waited to be forgotten, had never been; waiting beneath the long dead stars in time. . .” — 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 to be lost within the susurrations and the rumours of water and the evening star we… — 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
