What is this emotionThat permeates every cell of my being?There is a memory of something…
What is the colour of Christian kindness perhaps,soft pastel hues coming from duty, an automaton of ritual,dainty…
I fell asleep on my guitarthe lullaby was easy a-minore-minora-minore-minord-minor…
all she longed for wasthe compassion of the starsand a companion