The morning grey slight seeps to blue above the sirrus where the light burns through is when i stopped and thought of you. the day is born and the future is near your gravity of love is what pins me h...

I passed along the sideway fair, I poised along the street.

The wood that burns taunts the water to boil, create the spark that ignites the oil ,hanging over the highest point, i began to blow , and placed me in this turning time lay faultless in the under mi...