Melodies streaming from the eyes, sadness running through the lips, the emptiness longing for an ear, music wandering along a broken boulevard,
The Committal Twenty seventeen, my New Years re… To make me happy and those around To search our souls, the only solu… And find what is hidden there to b…
Mr. Stevens was one of the fortunate ones, an heir to generations of good looks that were handed down to him. Like a rose rises up through the ground and flaunts itself before the ...
Tensions tensed as the clanging go… As hammers hammer and the windy wi… Nervous nerves moving upward to th… As the praying frayed and the devi… Tempers tempered with the gentle c…
Aura of the north wind’s at home i… dancing and singing with nothing t… her hair disheveled and appearance… just blowing, roaming, and so to n… Her raggedy old field too wild and…
Of your place above we stand in aw… of the secrets stored within you. Our faces feel the wind and our mi… thirst to see it and find the caus… Thy coffer overflows in us as we
Strange, beautiful, picturesque, Charming, exotic, enchanting, Unapproachable, untouchable, Delicate, sagacious, mysterious, Secretive, indecisive, proud,
The Final Stanza My heart and soul laid out for the… Each word is a wind blown pollen It searched for me through sharp t… It landed in my empty dreams of yo…
Affinity Heaven’s magic, wizard’s brewing Power supreme, spirits moving Focal point is a second ahead When love becomes a story unsaid
Supplications Like arid gardens but Tears so drenching Of sorrow so imprinted in the soul Of desperation speaking
I see you dancing in the river beds, winding around the rocks, carrying all that you amassed on your journey down the mountain. While I stand among the tides I can feel you wrapping yo...
Linda so lovely as the driven snow Messenger of heaven oh heavenly fl… Sent down to materialize my dreams Upon rainbows and silver mountain… Aerial waters cascading as the fal…
Conscience, the wise old schoolmaster, walks among his followers and gives not of his philosophies, but instills in them the pain of guilt and the ecstasy of freedom from the hold that ...
The seasons rode in on the wings of fate and foiled my attempts to prolong them. My procrastinations smoothed over the devastation of truth that would have haunted me through my sleepl...
Sympathy Pain is a story of Its own private hell The Devil’s own drama Has too much to tell