April 28--No Road Signs

Who knows what sort of thing will happen next? Each time I've gone from you a moment's come Where I have lost my way down crooked roads And lost the way to where I started from. So then: no map, no compass for a guide, I

April 27--Beautiful Words

If all the beautiful words you said to me Tonight were a sort of cloud that floated up To fill the sky as far as we could see, I would have felt my sky becoming gray In a good way. If all the beautiful things you taught today In that

April 26--Shadows Grow Long

I'll wait till the shadows are long on the wall And no other sound is allowed in this room But the whisper of curtains on light summer breeze And I'll let your embrace chase away all my gloom. I'll sit here. I'll

April 25--Unfolding of Wings

I, with my lips touched with coal and made clean Enter your throne room and stand in my tears. Just like a butterfly, timidly stretching, I open the wings I have covered for years. For this--this whole person I am down inside Has been neglected beneath all the mire I

April 24--Into the Day

Into the tempest, into the rain Into the violence, torment and pain And into the night with its fingers of cold Goes a heart that listens to all it's been told. Creating a clamor and raising alarms Goes a soldier with unfailing hate in its arms, And into