CloudsWish my wings would carry me to the cloudsneed to awaken what is in my heartgrow it like a flowersee it fighting out from the soilcrocus growing..
Lolaire Suil na GreineI wait for you on some distant shoreI dream of your calls on a rainswept mooryour spirit a circling spirit soulstoop down to me ..
Motorcycles are fickle thingsfleeting as fairies with whizzing wingsdon't always work when you want them tosometimes faultless sometimes poomended min..
She sits in the cornerglad to be fallen.Her eyes still trying to shinewith the light of last year.No glances can cross the gulf to her heart.The last ..