two hundred and forty degrees: ‘I wanna go home…’
Above the Bones ~ Mishka months slow spent in healing (solitude ) I found myself in love again with the wild world of nature – but in change I find … Continue reading
two hundred and thirty nine degrees: ‘I can hear them…’
Angel From Montgomery ~ Dave Matthews Band Sudden, shift. Like lightning. Doors, swing. Open, inviting. Long months, restriction. Stilted, and stuck. Forced, to surrender. I do. Learning, to trust. Waltzing … Continue reading
two hundred and thirty eight degrees: ‘I dreamed about you…’
Slow Show ~ The National Morning washed, clean. Skies, leaden. And grey, as gun metal. Funny, how. Perspective, changes. Everything. Blue cranes, dance. In joyous, courtship. Signs, appear. Everywhere. A … Continue reading
two hundred and thirty seven degrees: ‘I promise you this…’
A Little’s Enough ~ Angels and Airwaves Pyrotechnic, dawn. Ascends, though mist. And flame. Sun burnt, morning. Like a phoenix. Or maybe, a love. Letter, scrawled. By the blushing, sky. … Continue reading
two hundred and thirty six degrees: ‘I need a sign…’
Calling All Angels ~ Train Tonight, I have no. Words. So another’s, will. Have to, do. – “ I am one of the searchers. There are, I believe, millions of … Continue reading
two hundred and thirty five degrees: ‘waiting for gravity…’
No Urgency ~ Eric Himan ever wonder why we hurry so – much of our time spent racing through life chasing – d e a t h – who comes … Continue reading
two hundred and thirty four degrees: the lost decree…
Holocene ~ Bon Iver I know no building fit to house the heart – the vaulted sky, set with stars my temple the raging ocean, fathomed blue my mosque the … Continue reading
two hundred and thirty three degrees: ‘remind me…’
Blue Pop Art ~ Zero 7 sometimes nothing makes sense chaos swirls raising doubts I miss the wood focused fiercely on trees forgetting to see the whole – do you … Continue reading
two hundred and thirty two degrees: ‘all the time…’
Do You Like To Read ~ Strand Of Oaks Skies veiled, in mist. Or smoke. Obscure, horizon. And mountains. Wrapping, the valley in. An ethereal, cocoon. Like angel, wings. I … Continue reading
two hundred and thirty one degrees: ‘whispering to a tree…’
Like the Wheel ~ The Tallest Man on Earth daily, we keep. letting, go. of each, Other. perhaps, the highest. form, of Love. detached. or, the only. way, to truly … Continue reading
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