Those Who Are Willing To Be Vulnerable

The Light Comes Brighter From The East; The Cawof Restive Crows Is Sharper On The Ear.

Pain Wanders Through My Bones Like A Lost Fire

The Stones Were Sharp, The Wind Came At My Back; Walking Along The Highway, Mincing Like A Cat.

Reason? That Dreary Shed, That Hutch For Grubby Schoolboys.

A Lively Understandable Spirit Once Entertained You. It Will Come Again. Be Still. Wait.