The calling November 09, 2018 how far ethereal voices drift I hear them calling me from beyond in my darkest hours I long to join them in song to feel myself found again amongst the lost to feel free to flutter to fly Share Get link Facebook Twitter Pinterest Email Other Apps Labels poetry 🇬🇧 Share Get link Facebook Twitter Pinterest Email Other Apps Comments
November 01, 2019 nighttime sounds: an owl in a tree,wind rustling the remaining leavesgnarly branches,black against the moonthe sweetest dreams,taking residence in my heartyou & Ian impossible possibilitythe sheets will not reveal my secrets Read more
In silence November 29, 2018 never would there evermore a song upon a breeze for music has forsaken us went lost among the trees now darkness has surrounded us and vanquished all the light in silence now we just await the visitor in the night Read more
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