Tell the truth, Tell the truth, Tell the truth.
The Course of Things
Petals traced upon their graves of the lives they once had scattered
We were lost and torn on broken glass from the reflection we had shattered
We sought out their places among their sacred spaces
We searched through footprints for any traces
We grabbed a hold of their truth as we owned...
There is a beckoning of the Northern Lights. A challenging of the North Star. If the horizon is still silent I will not pretend to know why. I have no idea. Horizons tend to be silent from time to time. But as the North Star beckons and the horizon only whispers I find myself challenging the...
Il centro dell’Oceano
My journey has always been to the center of the ocean. It is the place it seems I have always sought.
As much as seems along my journey I have sought out every common place, every strangers face, all my have’s and have not’s
I’ve mingled with rhyme and reason placing...
be in Italy by May…......
I should probably leave by morning....
The seas seem to have parted ways and the
doves above are soaring....
Through the air, about the sky as though
perhaps they keep watchful eye....
Upon departure and arrival as though they
are guarding my...