Love is pain

I tweeted about love today.  I've been gone awhile...moving, happy...but love is pain, neither good nor bad but pain of emotions surging in my heart.  Love isn't all smooth as glass, deceptively transparent.  Love is broken glass to get to the other side.  If you shine silver it becomes clear, like a mirror.  Can I get to the other side?  So clear I can disappear, become a reflection, invisible.

I had a dream of Kurt Cobain last night.  He showed me what to do, he explained so easily...He's another sun in Pisces, full of sacrifice, wisdom of all astrological signs combined.  Pisces men, beautiful skin, smooth as glass... a liquid quiet surface, transparent vision. I met him on another level, another plane like he sang about...I'm on a plane.  I met him in my dream.

David Gilmour, I want to meet him...on a plane, any level - he's here on this level - do I have to wait?  Earls Court last night...Earls Court is going down, the wrecking ball.  Is nothing sacred?