passing through

“honey, its in the stars,” I had fallen for a wandering gypsy mentor Drawn to a mystical wisdom by a rhythm beating louder than his own heart To the next thing that seemed like a promising omen And if its any consolation We will both be wandering In service of self born artists or broken […]

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if it is to be.

  if it is to be that another ring grows around the cedar skybound outside my window, another rainbow carpets the mountainside or another year I grow truer in my skin I will know that when we are ready to be seen it is then we will begin the hut I have built from days […]

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I could search out all the rocks in my garden, love but when it rains the daystraight through only more and more rise to the top I dont want to wait till the picture is perfect -for you to come closer I could be old and dying and dear, but my love will never stop […]

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