Here be new eyes, my dear
The Edge of Golden
The Sun is Beneath Us
And so we sit in grotesque ignorance and hush our children as they gawk and point.
I Pray the Sun Will Rise
For now, my heart will sleep as I pray the Lord my soul to keep, should I die before I wake, let it be for another rain's sake
Under the Stars and the Clouds
You are part of a whole, crafted under the stars and the clouds.
Here I am
God paints the sunrise with the softest blues//And loverly, effervescent yellows//If I were a bird, it'd be my featherbed//And if I were a melody, it'd be my complement
The Moment of Dawn
The sunrise is an ever-evolving thing. Who is to say where and when she truly begins and ends?
