Sometimes forgivenessis about a personand sometimesit is all about youand your overriding fear…
I stand at a windowwaiting for your arrival.A cold north wind blowsthrough the…
Eventhe most stubbornashes are washedaway, reclaimedby the tideof relinquishedexistence.
The holy sun lifts the skirtsof my thoughts and shinesbrightly on the darkest…
The darkness that lurks inside Sometimes comes outWhen it happensThe heart cries out