Dark stretched a canvas of quiet over the hills
Except the crickets chirping in random
Or unison? I can’t decide as I make my way
You think you’re the first?
To try holding back, hiding–
That your pain is too great
Your hurt, too overwhelming
I have seen...
My love, my fair one–I long to be wrapped
In you like a winter’s coat that insulates
Against the wind and cold of earthly...
a wall is
a funny thing
angry, but cold
to the surface
I am no coward
Though my enemies
Would have me believe as much
The whispers, the lies, the reminders
Of failures, of lacks, of...