Saturday, November 30, 2013

The Wind That Blows Here Saved My Soul

I know there's a place
high on top this hill
we can go there
get away and just stand still.

Wednesday, November 27, 2013

She Loves Like A Slave

She dreamed in colors that did not exist. She spoke to the moon each night before she slept. She had tangled hair and dirty feet, and you could find her among the wildflowers.