Quietly the moon reached down and kissed my heart, A tiny tendril of fog sashed like fine silkened cloth extending the West tip my way and the East tip your way trying to shield desirous yearning and desiderated wanting, as I reach back to be hugged by her spectacular beauty
This mysterious circumferenced palace knows where my soul is sincerely soaring to; she share his spirit and I share his love, which each night she christens
Oh, lend me a moment of uninterrupted, continual slumber blow barbituate breezes in my lungs and put rest upon me, allow me to sleep until I'm satisfied allow me to love him deeper than my daily dreams
I'm sure I saw the moon smile me a lullaby, the chorus chimed of patience evermore I glimpsed above and fell into her beauty; the moon knows me well, the depth of my heart and how he makes my life feel good Her beauty will be bestowed upon me, and until I see him, she wraps me in her arms to
keep
me
at
peace...
Nature's sweetest solution is one good glance towards my moon.
Questions, unquestioned discoveries, and answers in parable and rhyme…. This collection records a journey starting with a 1960s retrospective and the first man on the moon, moving to a new millennium welcomed in with a terrorist spin, family crises,
The songs and art in this book are about our collective emergence after the pandemic and trauma of the last few years - comprised of 5 collections: World as Refuge, Where We Live, In Our Hands, Rhythms of Change and What We See & Sow.