I own a pit of disappointment and a brass band of innate torture So, as I walk through offshoots in hope for a sign of spring, I find dryness, and grey illusions and not a single dream I see stories that lie in stillness as marble pieces and funerary stones, And the time that dissipates […]

Wild winds stir the prairie And the grass bends as if it morns the sun, the past, the love gone by And the little grains of sand dance, raising up into the sky, heading like the angels to the clouds The wind is a roar from the solitude and stillness of the ground like the […]