On Sundays we walk to the Covedown a sandy trailcovered with wildflowersall the way to the ocean — We sit on the bench at the edge of the cliff and watch the sinking sunfill the air with velvet orange glowas it quietly reflects in the still waterbasking in the beauty...
When death lands upon our shoresin early foggy morningwith sudden banging roarswhen death dropsand leaves a sight of blood and gorewho will sooth our heartswho will make us soarwho will fill the hollow voidwill we ever be the samecould we ever sing againOh, how could...
Come sing the morning song with me dance aloud and jump up free see the glory of this magic show. Come see the beauty of the day the lazy clouds and birds at play and purple flowers on the hills below. Come hold my hand and walk with methe two of us, just I and...
Baby Bump
