sweet lore

i ain’t move down the road that passsee; i’m within our very last verse;and life goes on; i take no turn;my mind seems fix to where we are. we’ll make…

the morning dew

it is heavy; lifting a weight,but it’s a gift of love and fate;it is a prize for which life swim,thru’ waters dark and shadows dim. like map beaten in shades…

realms of light

the seasons turn, the year is gone.a golden light begins to dawn;though heavy days have left their trace,i find true joy in every dace. longing for home; craving the warm,but…