When Come the Others that We Need
Some day or maybe never while we’re here, those Others that we’re less than sure are real will come and …
Some day or maybe never while we’re here, those Others that we’re less than sure are real will come and …
The paralyzing fear called doubt seeps in through every hollow place, fighting fragility, I slide backward; losing my grip, focus …
Because they have their mortal fears Of terrorists in bandoleers, Of men who marry other men And girls who might …
With sound of guns the hills resound, a breeze stirs leaves in gentle play. This wood, where bird and beast …