I hear there are mornings soft like rain streams meandering into meadows, days warmed hummed out melodies, fields wide as wisdom, rivers full of light. I hear you will picnic on banks of beauty running free, eat the fruit of…
After the Night
Tag: night
Night Falls… once more
Night falls, oh yes, it does. The four dark corners untangle from the heavens falling in gentle folds sliding under the stars, and settling with great tenderness upon my world covering all the broken pieces of the day with the…