Love lies on beyond goodbye.
He made man.
Silently, one by one, in the infinite meadows of heaven, bloomed the lovely stars, the forget-me-knots of the angels.
The ultimate sacrifice.
The Sky.
Weaving with Nature.
What is the world - a dream within a dream.
Heaven's embroidered cloths.
His light is shining in translucent splendour, flaming like the sun.
If I had dreams to weave.
