All things are plotting to make us whole / All things conspire to make us one.

- Gwendolyn Macewen

Now you comprehend your first and final lover / in the dark receding planets of his eyes, / and this is the hour when you know moreover / that the go…

- Gwendolyn Macewen

But it is never over; nothing ends until we want it to. Look, in shattered midnights, On black ice under silver trees, We are still dancing, dancing.

- Gwendolyn Macewen