There is less daylight everyday
The sun burns through the sky
In ever shrinking circles
I watch the band of darkness grow
That once the light becomes a golden ring
My lips will close
Beneath these songs I sing.
Not only sands and gravels Were once more on their travels, But gulping muddy gallons Great boulders off their balance Bumped heads together...
In case you didn't get my evite invitatio n (sometimes it gets recognized as spam) you are all invited on October 19th to "Fabulou...
Right before the day meets the night Rain that has not yet hit the earth That exhausted final push before birth The bridge between fo...