All that ever came from those shadows that the trees did catchwas just another lonely wordthat got lostin the loneliness of the night.Like lights do,l..
Sweeping is the movements of the handsthat guide the light,that bend and mendbroken things and tattered cloth.And just as swift,swings forth the leg.A..
All the buzzing carsof this-Our land and home which we rest our heads upon-They wake with proud and rolling roars,bellows that shake our bones,and tak..
Soft and lilac,calmly rolling 'cross my chest.'cross the roll of the open fields,'cross the wide plains, the trees, the birds and their encircling son..