In these dark times,
I try and find a place.
Away from the fear
that is all around me.
A place of wandering
birds, and a blueing of
the moonless air.
And your arms,
wrapping around me.
Pulling me to a
sweet surrender.
Slender days
In these dark times,
I try and find a place.
Away from the fear
that is all around me.
A place of wandering
birds, and a blueing of
the moonless air.
And your arms,
wrapping around me.
Pulling me to a
sweet surrender.
A Wandering Poet 