November 2011
29 posts
“You know that place between sleep and awake; that place where you can still...”
– Peter Pan
Landscape
She can’t see the landscape anymore It’s all painted in her grief All of her history etched out at her feet Now all of the landscape, it’s just an empty place Echoes and warning, mountains of tenderness Cause she’s just like the weather, can’t hold her together Born from dark water, daughter of the rain and snow Cause it’s burning through the bloodline ...
