Even if the wall seems built miles high, a door is waiting to open. Light a fire and the smoke may reveal it...
Author: Mitchel David Ring
Murky Waters
Like a needle through flesh threading it all back together, piece by piece into a song of murky waters...
Safe Harbor
Sails furled at the calm water bay, drifting toward port as ghosts of long summer spent on seas with a will set to break us...
Antique Secrets
Passage back into dreams I’ve seen can be bought with the last drop of rain fallen in a land made desert...
They Called it Poison
Then out to the highlands over shadow we go where candles light the way...
Blood and Wine
You with eyes like sunrises of another world, the curve of its horizon on your lips and burning as its sky braves descent into night...
Pilgrimage
Where walk the shades of the once-lived wraiths on pilgrimage to lands of smoke and shadow gone over rain-starved and broken roads...
Hope Fading
Only hope letting go, drifting away on the breath of an aching universe...
Feed the Machine
Nail our hands to the barricades so the storm cannot sweep us away...
A Whisper
I stood silent, listened, tried to figure out why you only ever whispered, and finally heard it...
Acid Rain
Out into the storm she went to soak in the acid rain...
Rage On
On the other side of the desert, we came to a lake of fire...
Slash and Burn
The great forest fell to slash and burn, and we gathered on a barren hillside to watch industry in the distance...
Waiting
The waiting is the hardest part— waiting for the sun to rise, waiting for the smoke to clear...
