tired of brave face ~ no need of it here. the sky bears witness to your sorrow; I am big enough to hold you. tired of pretending ~ no need to try so hard. let the fullness of the earth…
Was it the heavy breeze of midnight that beckoned so sweetly Perhaps the moon flickering signals through fresh green boughs. Ah, it was a clarion call, high-toned sound of brass weeping in awe Enticing my adventurous soul once again to…