A low droning cry cuts through the morning still silence shattered by the call to prayer...
Tag: morning
The Wind Speaks of Silent Things
Come through the archway into bloodstained halls and follow me to the edge of the chasm...
Toward the Witching Hour
As the clock face moves on toward the witching hour I’ve kept the moon company this night Watching candle wax collect and overflow Onto a table wrought from hallucination...
For Now
You say I have you Here in the dark between our hearts This moment that will beat on unending Beneath that whisper meant to give me peace Yet I see more in your eyes than you know
There’s Work to Be Done
Here in the cityWe all walk as oneThe gold light of eveningFades with the sunDisappear into doorwaysUntil there are noneRest up for the morningThere’s work to be done. Away from green pasturesToward concrete we runBeneath metal-framed ceilingsThe victory we’ve wonThe threads of our storyAre already spunRest up for the morningThere’s work to be done. Original …
