The Dusk of Night

I find myself within the dusk of night Where ghouls and shadows flit around my head Spitting words of hopeless paths and tired treads Pressing under me, the weight of darkness’ might In the midst of shadowed storms I seek the light Trying to remember words of hope I’ve heard and read Holding onto sanity …

So Cry the Rocks

The sun’s propelled in warming, flowing waves The land is bathed in streams of fresh delight Its praise unites in brightly wooded naves The hills rejoice to bask amongst the cooling light The grasses dance a lusty jig atop the sighing earth The mountains stand as bastions tall in stoic might The varied beasts and …