cold grey stoneshe delicately wove a tale for the echoes in the churchyardbecause the sounds that words of love makeas they flutter on the cold grey s..
she picked at the guitar strings without much heart and as the long night wearied into dawnher song changedthe confines of this run down mill of the m..
a hurricane was treading on the world around ussounded like it was gonna come apart at the seamsbut all i could see or hear was youas you held my hand..
her scarred lip held a songit was a hard song moving like a candle on the dusty roadrestless in the bitter windfeel it in your dry mouth like the tast..
this place in the thin track of woodsbehind a shopping centera boulder and the bare beaten ground around itlittered with beer cans and pizza boxesa gi..
smoke and firethe smoke spurned the fire and rose to fleebut she approached with her own deeper heatlike oil and water her thoughts and dreamsburn wit..
a thirsty soul suspended over the waters of this heartland like some kind of symbolic sacrifice to the lesser demigods she is wearing a hippy skirt an..
had no quarrel with the sunhave no bitter bread leavened at the worlds hearthno trail of blood and bone no stone flung at heavens hoping to dislodgefo..
living a charmed existence in the shade of the seaward palm treebut a telltale whisperer in hearts depth sends doubters and scaremongerslike skulking ..
a simple song from the hearta soft turn of hearts silently spoken phrasethat brings the soul back to yesterdaywhen rich sunlight fell in quiet afterno..