It was the night before. When all through the world. No words, no dreams, then one day. . A writer by a fire. Imagined all of Gaia. Took a journey into a child-man's heart.
I. From A Dusty Bookshelf. . II. All That Great Heart Lying Still. . The nightingale is still locked in the cage. The deep breath I took still poisons my lungs.
Come and share this painting with me. Unveiling of me, the magician that never failed. . This deep sigh coiled around my chest. Intoxicated by a major chord.
"Ring-a-ring-a-roses. A pocket full of posies. . Atishoo, atishoo. We all fall down". Once upon a time in a daymare. . Dying to meet you, litlle child, enter enter this sideshow.
I went to die in a seaside hotel. Lanes of memory paved by sweet frozen moments. . Deathbed memories of home. Never let me go. . Every little memory resting calm in me.
We live in every moment but this one. Why don't we recognize the faces loving us so. . What's God if not the spark that started life. Smile of a stranger.
I Want My Tears Back. . The treetops, the chimneys, the snowbed stories, winter grey. Wildflowers, those meadows of heaven, wind in the wheat. . A railroad across waters, the scent of grandfatherly love.
It's a long road down the river deep 'n wild. Every twist and turn a wonder-dale. It's a scary ride we'd give anything to take. Let yourself bleed. Leave a footprint on every island you see.