Why approach the precipice of partial reciprocity? Isn’t every step you take Toward yourself another That leads away from me? I’ve climbed these crags and
I thought it might be nice to showcase one of the rare songs that Neil did not write and publish it for this week’s Reboot.
Harboring dark thoughts Blasted by my beseeching You walked into light Facing the darkness You dove into dying eyes Voice resurrected Self-revelations Your words from
Tapestry greets me Undulating shades of gray Your armor of glass © Brandewulf 2018 Written in response to Gwen’s B&W photo challenge to me. Thank
Helen’s prompt for this week’s Song Lyric Sunday is the word think. She chose that word because she has had one of those weeks and
I talk of time as if I Held it. Saw it. Touched it. But I only know its shadow. I see its daily birth, Watching