FIRE At the Campfire
You do not live within the match, you do not live within the kindling. I called and you sprang forth...
You do not live within the match, you do not live within the kindling. I called and you sprang forth...
I relish the waters, my faithful old body drinking in the safety, the comfort, as if the tub, a womb;...
Hildegard, I walk in song behind you down high-arched corridors where light prisms from stained-glass windows and the scent of...