|
We seek something deeper,Something true.Something hidden, steeper.Seldom seen or heard,Never been or burned.It is the silence,The noise.It is the grac..
|
|
A Place To Stand-His eyes are cloudyHis mind a fog,The darkness, shrouds heThis blimey cog.-His feet are plantedin shifting mudAnd all around himTeeth..
|
|
Calling In the Rain--Wind blows in urgent deep dull tones,Calling in the rain.--Echoing over the rolling duneis the sound of the crashing waves,Dark h..
|
2
next
last
|
|