Singing River

Singing River I often read great poetry Then first cry out a woe is me I can never seem to attain to such beauty Such wisdom So dark disdain is born from comparison An offspring I need to cast in the river – Here I stand on the shore The river in motion Quickly heading…

The Voice

A blast from the past. Something I wrote seven years ago that I thought I’d share. Hope you enjoy 🙂 Voice I dream of days, I dream of ways Where I do not have to enter into this incessant wandering This amassing of graves between worlds of reality and fact And the realms of reality…