When the Light is Gone
I lie in a hammock watching it leave. The towering trees across the road still hold the last of it,...
I lie in a hammock watching it leave. The towering trees across the road still hold the last of it,...
Her zeal for life was a gleam her aura carried at birth, and as she grew, a trait she fostered...
The dream of my life, to lie down by a river, and listen, listen. To sing a little, a frog...
I want to be like water, merciful, enlivening. Gliding and dispersing, forgiveness as a given. When I can be like...