The weather of time is merciless I’m snowed under Can’t live can’t move Can’t go outside The storm was an animal A bull in the ring And I survived By the skin of my teeth Now the worst is over Spring is on the horizon And as those first tentative rays Of the heavenly sunContinue reading “The Melting Snow”
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True North
Time and will move mountains And I have plenty of both Combine it with freedom And the architecture of heaven Begins to form And oh the rapture Of this delicious mixture A life to fill With whatever I will So I dream big Without attachment And look forward to the journey More than the destinationContinue reading “True North”
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