Excerpt from Lines

“They stream down the river to rescue the open hearts that listen. But all hearts are closed, tonight. No word is heard, tonight. No rescue, no glory, no dawn. But the river goes on, as hope drives the texture of this cardiac river. And when all the drowned souls driven insane drive time back in upward rain, unbroken hope will break its heart again, and time will end and then, begin. And, hope will remain, for hope, my dear, it does not wane… it does not wane.”