Category Archives: love
Hallelujah (by Leonard Cohen)
I heard there was a secret chord that David played and it pleased the lord but you don’t really care for music do you? Well it goes like this the forth the fifth the minor fall and the major lift
Hallelujah (by Leonard Cohen)
I heard there was a secret chord that David played and it pleased the lord but you don’t really care for music do you? Well it goes like this the forth the fifth the minor fall and the major lift
grass
we walked through the summer as the dew caught the blades of new grass we clung like reeds through fall as wind whipped the leaves bare from trees winter came as we knew that it would in all her majestic
grass
we walked through the summer as the dew caught the blades of new grass we clung like reeds through fall as wind whipped the leaves bare from trees winter came as we knew that it would in all her majestic
shiva
with arms embracing destruction catalyst for change has arrived once more dreams are born out of the sorrow of darkness and as before bare the light hidden within the chamber of the soul three thirty AM and I awake with
shiva
with arms embracing destruction catalyst for change has arrived once more dreams are born out of the sorrow of darkness and as before bare the light hidden within the chamber of the soul three thirty AM and I awake with
this life
this patter in the morning is invading my dream my waking is adulterated by strange symphonies what world is this which I am opening my eyes to? The first light of spring the first unfolding unfurling of a snow white
this life
this patter in the morning is invading my dream my waking is adulterated by strange symphonies what world is this which I am opening my eyes to? The first light of spring the first unfolding unfurling of a snow white
faith in fades
like Spring on the marsh your thought dances across the tendrils and fibers sprouting from my tender skin with plummeting earnestness you seize the breath I have yet to sing for the night in which we intertwine ourselves amongst memories
faith in fades
like Spring on the marsh your thought dances across the tendrils and fibers sprouting from my tender skin with plummeting earnestness you seize the breath I have yet to sing for the night in which we intertwine ourselves amongst memories
