Always full of love Never without hope this is the very knot at the end of my rope. Never too far gone, Never in the grip of winter for too long. See how summer rips The soul clean out of fear and into scattered beams of sunlight dancing brightly across…
Though I'm growing weary And roads grow longer still And time, it mars my body And sorrow wounds my will I stand on solid mountains Though winds howl against their faces And bitterness becomes the sun In light of ancient graces. Why do I lament bitterly As though…
She takes the wind in hand And scatters rain Leaving footsteps on mountain faces. She speaks life and storms And whispers gently. Reckon not with her Nor call her lovely But see beyond her eyes Into her mind. She knows the wildest fury Of the city Lit at night with…
Despite my lying prone beneath the weight Of haste-invented reasons not to try Still, the burning lights will not abate. No fear within or out assails my eye To cripple what is left of my ascent Or stand between the voids, the goal, and I. The waves may batter shores…
The sight of stars in growing dark Lends the soul a comfort still Knowing darkness will not fill The night completely; no, a spark Is always there, no matter where Your thoughts may lead you; blank and stark. The doubt will come again, it will-- But stars will light your…