The smokey river seems disturbed.
Slowed my breathing to a still.
A restless yearning from my bones.
Boots crushed through the ice and snow.
A candle flame in her palm.
Shining brighter than the first day of sun.
No blanket of clouds, no rains a fall.
A new life is born.
1 | Fires In The Distant North |
2 | Past Maidens |
3 | Sol Winds |
4 | An Empty Canvas |
5 | Memory |
6 | This Is Our View |