Saturday, November 21, 2009

Feed me to the trees

Feed me to the trees
I like it down on my knees

Encapsulated
by your sweet sweet breeze.

I wish I knew you
wish I could know you.

I'll just remember you
and picture your hands.

Paint me in the sand and bury me
in the shadows of you.

Tuesday, September 22, 2009


Mighty horse...power to run across the open plains
Or bring the vision, of the shields, dancing in the purple rain.

Monday, July 6, 2009