Mislaid flame of tender emotions Rekindled. Together we live to the point of tears, I wouldn’t want it any other way.

— Scott Hastie

Nothing that truly matters Can ever evaporate, Be excised, Burnt out of your soul.

— Scott Hastie

Once spun, The silken thread of all our aspirations Remains intact, It can never be broken.

— Scott Hastie

On the canvas of life, Every sweep of the brush matters, Counts for something…

— Scott Hastie

Open the doors of your heart and they will come… And for every cruel arrow, Sweet caresses of delirium also To nourish your soul.

— Scott Hastie

Ours was such a delicious risk. My being abruptly and altogether Ecstatic and be-stilled.

— Scott Hastie

Paradise is no whim. It takes time and trust, You see.

— Scott Hastie

Sacred space in which To distil, like amber, The best of your love.

— Scott Hastie

Sense however the smooth stones ache With stories of their owning the shuddering light of day.

— Scott Hastie

Soothing the exhaustion In my soul, So I can fall back skyward, Safe in your arms, And survive to dream again.

— Scott Hastie