What could he — have felt — summer’s kiss upon his back and wind within his — hair did he not know — the melt — or was it worth — another Wingbeat before-
(amongst it all — ocean froth and call of gulls — was the rise worth) — the fall?
//... into the dark she stepped, but never did she feel free of the gaze...//
All that is - there is to See and could it be - that he (quite merrily) could think - That I and He and You and Me would pay the fee as if we could believe that it would - set us free.
The ropes slice - into softened flesh and the blade - parts the whispered - wish.
//... into the dark she stepped, but never did she feel free of the gaze...//
Notches - carved into trees - follow the path - follow the path - when winter’s breath sting’s the eyes - hold the scarlet cloth close - to breast and should - you hear - the howl
- in the basket - a Knife.
//... into the dark she stepped, but never did she feel free of the gaze...//
Notches - carved into trees - follow the path - follow the path - when winter’s breath sting’s the eyes - hold the scarlet cloth close - to breast and should - you hear - the howl
- in the basket - a Knife.
//... into the dark she stepped, but never did she feel free of the gaze...//
Woe - upon a pale horse - behind him lay - despair his actions made - must we forgive - him Then should he look - behind - and regret then - the mess laid - as the pale horse rides - on searching for a rider to speed - ruin and decay.
//... into the dark she stepped, but never did she feel free of the gaze...//
-Galahad let my weary bones lay - can we - clear hearts and open eyes - remain despite our - journey be of thorns and steel, stone and Teeth for is it - a good man which destiny settles - or due to the trail left - in our wake.
//... into the dark she stepped, but never did she feel free of the gaze...//
-Motionless In the night, juniper - sways - and the jading crow - nestles - safe from- drifting flakes. Each blink - threatens rest - but - the rifle remains - tucked to shoulder
another month - a new year - rings - another month - and the War -
//... into the dark she stepped, but never did she feel free of the gaze...//
-All To Be Bite - deep until your teeth - scrape bone and Roots - crackle under stress. Twist and twist and twist and until from the sockets - you’re freed, and your smile Is soft - and
//... into the dark she stepped, but never did she feel free of the gaze...//
They come not - swift though light’d by liar’s - lips - they seep deep - to dust’d corners you dare - not look upon the Stem buds the wicked fruit fed by - ardor drawn by - sallow roots.
//... into the dark she stepped, but never did she feel free of the gaze...//
- ;;sustainability Bit by bit - we carved the land - crushed the rocks to make our sand - burned the plants to show - our Pride - and sold our earth to fill another field - and now I wonder where it is I am to stand.
//... into the dark she stepped, but never did she feel free of the gaze...//