With a divided heart, but soul intact, I gather my tears in a copper cup. ...– Gather My Tears
What Do You Live For?
Clinging on cliffs, like an eagle wind-wavering above high, jagged rocks. To have broken through the surface of stone, to live, to feel exposed to the madness of the vast, eternal sky. To be swayed by the breezes of an ancient sea, carrying my soul, my seed, beyond the mountains of time or into the abyss of the bizarre. We think a flower on a cliff is beautiful because we stop our feet at the...