Emily’s Last Words
“I must go in, for the fog is rising,” breathed out that pen we love so well, as she upon …
Category: . Mystical
True Tide
Coast of perfect bays, all night the harbor widens between us; as we sleep the continents change address. I sail …
Ancient Shepherds
My mountain neighbors loom steeply up from our valley, rugged and still. They do not snore as they sleep there, …
The Prophet
They squabble and spit to defend beliefs clashing on spiritual frontiers, no true script but the audacity of fools leaking …
I heard the dirge in the mists
The mists lay soft on the valleyan emptiness shrouded and stillthe chill in the air went through meas a tune …
On Filaments and Firmaments
Every night when Lady Lunabeams across the wooded steepafter daily clamor dwindlesand the children fall asleepEmma comes to tend the …
The Wild Wind
Hear the wild wind with his musical roar sweeping the heather and kissing the moor. He sings of adventure and …
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[ thoughts, like a breeze ]
thoughts, like a breeze, soar currents across space – to linger within us innately viewed they offer a sense of …