L i m b s C a n B e C o u r i e r sA silent goodbye to the blessed bordersWe imagine our children lost in the snowAnd so I called once more upon my memoryYour blood and silence…Our all… is enough...Undone by my spiritThorns breaking skin, as i clutch my rose.
T h e W a n d e r i n g D a u g h t e rThe wandering daughter, wondering, wandering, yonder. To home, to mother. Casting fear asunder. The future resonating like a clap of thunder, I wonder, wander, under, the rain clouds and into the light, refracted sight, first came the fall, now comes the flight.The wandering daughter, wondering, wandering, yonder. To home, to mother.
C h a n g e I s T h e C o n s t a n tThe hush...Behind closed doors,the smiles you wear to hide the flaws.We whisper so softly that everyone hears,and gently we mirage our deepest fears.Caught up in a storm of words,I look to you, your face is blurred.And right on cue…It’s the smallest of things that shift the flow,Easy come and easy go.Life is a delicate tight rope walk,you act the clown and talk the talk.I’m losing my grip, in this moment at least,desperately yearning for the swinging to cease.Tomorrow again, the story will change.Stop, rework, rewrite rearrange.