Narrow minds and futile battlesshatter dreams that could have beengone illusions of graceful livingseeking meaning in between. Falling down and getting upstumbling all alongto find a balance in a lifethat lost its morning song. Broken glass and tall closed...
I dreamt you were here with me last nightyou covered my heart with blankets so whiteand you laid next to me—right here by my sidehumming a hymn of a childhood that died.In the morning I sensed you were here in my roomhand in hand we recounted a life that had...