I want to bethe waterin the lakedeep blue silkcontent in her shoresnever completely stillbut peacefulroaming bank to bankheld steadfastin…
Laurel
My Laurel, my love, so bright, the mountainsthemselves could not explain your lustrous light.Even as the sun — that golden fountaindripping over…
Darkness paints with a wild wet brush,spreading lies and discontent.Hard to see, hard to breathe, hard to be.What’s known…