Where can you go out without already finding yourself waiting there
Your skin gets wet yet Not your waterproof spirit Always drenched and dry
We are all so perfectly imperfect. We are the sacred in the profane. We are the divine in...
Clouds steam from this cup Casting shadows upon time As I sip the sky
One hour past midnight Two degrees above arctic Three days past solstice
Between the water and air is where we begin to breathe each other
Sensing this soulstice As we bend back to our star Return of the light
Stuck in wrong or right Old fight of darkness and light Between dawns insight
Yesteryear drifts by As along the horizon I eye this here now
As we approach the cliff of birth, all seems calm. Then strikes the fear, pain, and shock as...