Nov 2014
Moments pass empty,
Lest I sit forever.
Calling ritual,
Tied to the mountain.
Empty home,
Smudge with smoke.
For between it all,
I envision the Gods.
Translating the language
Is difficult enough..
Lest I sit forever.
Calling ritual,
Tied to the mountain.
Empty home,
Smudge with smoke.
For between it all,
I envision the Gods.
Translating the language
Is difficult enough..
It's the sound of my heart.
