Fly!
23 December 2015

Cry
Rivers
Flowing Heart
Juice me Tender
Quiet reckonings
Happiness etched in sand
Blowing winds will spare nothing
All memories scattered in the storms
Between shelters of fortune and drought
Life’s tempests rise often, subside sometimes
Open Heart is shield of those speaking rhymes
Winging Hearts to those who’ve been about
Of strangest tides of life their norms
From void’s cliffs to everything
Of higher much demand
The blue soul’s longings
Sweet surrender
Soul in Art
Quivers
Fly!

Virgin Black – Our wings are burning