Westering sun blinds, pale moon floats two fists above earth’s curve. A finch sings.
V1: Where can dreams take us? V2: I have been taken by a dream, V1: Beyond the plains, beyond the mountain range V2: Carried beyond the lands that I know– V1: Over the deep sea where the shearwaters slide. V2: Strange waters, strange sights, strange sounds. V1: We are set free, released. V2: Safe in [...]
If I could cradle your heart in my hands, I could lift you over this flood and set you lightly on a trembling dendrobium spray high above the leaf-littered ground cowling
