as our voices rise a wavelength of despair hums of burdens thrust mankind ungathered tranced in hypnotic ideation woeful eyes swell with tears the last stanza sung - soul-to-soul self-seeking crow with the dawn rejoice in truths of love and kindness as our voices rise wedded are we unconsumed from sunrise to sunset https://youtu.be/W3xgcmIS3YU?t=91 Reena’s … Continue reading Wakeup call
For all in life there is a season
out of nowhere awaits shaded, visions, for those with fairish perception, purged of fakery and symbolic falsehoods. my chapters in history tout no shadows but my own even my jaded version a bronzed patina. more comforting times than present express stanzas of times in seasons - times to embrace times for refrain times to purpose … Continue reading For all in life there is a season
Moonwashed Musings 