Long flew the carrion crow to find this feat they came over frozen seas pale as winter roses and along the jagged edge of the i…
In the fertile bed of anguish angels drop new seeds and I see now that water for these… is made of tears and the passing of a drought
In the turn of the storm As the birds race by The dark clouds of confusion seem… And even the silver knife of the s… We squint through the stinging sle…
Your heart is a rock Beyond all the fickle tides And when the moon pulls the waves… And your lashing bites my sand I lay still, for I know your true…
Thank your angels For they flutter close By the grace of gratitude
Surprising, but yet not at all That we orbit in again, after unkn… Yes, it’s YOU again! And we know through the familiar s… Or the same pure force that stands…
Demons feed on me, their beaks dar… but after the dances of pain have… I look upon them with a strange fo… for they have killed what I am not and chewed away the ropes of skin,…
In the whale grey morn the sky silvers, kissed by rain And everything IS
She laughs in flowers and when I am weary, I think of t… And the sun comes back There is a depth in her raven eyes that makes the ocean seem shallow
Even in the passing flash of image… sliding, liquid, down the digital… I can see your eyes They are hauntingly familiar, hawk… holding the same fierce truth as C…
Shelter me in your sweetness And I will sing down the sun for… Too long have I watched this rive… And felt only the moist of its ban… For alas, I have been unsure of m…
Black strings of cormorants journe… This dark arrow, pointing north, s… How quickly this flight is gone!
Newton took it all wrong When that apple dropped The same sweet, deadly orb That dug Eve’s grave One sunny day in Paradise
Now that the storm has passed, and… In the silence between the waves w… As we lay breathless on the sand Can you hear that, the faint rustl… And, soft as sea moss, the whisper…
She’s had the wind blow against he… Since her first sunrise And now with one hand on the wheel Her hair dances behind like a rebe… To the wind of her own song
