moon aflame
moon aflame the moon aflame i am looking for a home for my love storage and comfort kisses and warm cookie dreams binding together all the days upsets upstarts upheavals…
ping
ping in the waving of the golden leaves i notice the chill the sound of rustling and a shrill "ping" my ears search for the source piercing my reverie smoke…
no longer a seeker of love
no longer a seeker of love i am no longer a seeker of love it has arrived stripped me naked howled cried laughed i cannot see god but through love…