I walked along the path I knew//Yawning, I walked easily through...
Ever Revered
Made to be Trees
Remember some seeds weren't made to be trees...
My Feet
Yet this I remember - beneath me are my feet...
The Long Walk
The trees are muttering lovely sweet nothings...
Road to Gilead
I could use a gentle rain as I walk the road to Gilead...
This is My Path
This is my wont, this is my path...
But this I know, and this I need: as my Lover clasps my hand, I shall continue on, and breathe
Again.
Good night, my friend, and tell me where are you going again?
One Road
There must come a point when I might become my own.
December Rose 