We can't go back, the line has been broken
your words like a knife, have cut me wide open.... View Image
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Flowing like a mountain stream waking from the winter,
an abstraction, an illusion, a ghost. Replaced - bit by bit.... View Image
I’ll Meet You in the Middle
Three nights I was waiting,
did you see me there?
Oh, how I wish you were here.... View Image
Wrought from an earth floating on seas of green
under fire cut skies we wake from restless dream.
Long has time endured Apellon’s bequest,
the daily violence waking us from rest.
“O come this gift of day, melt the heavens
with your gloriou... View Image