When the Light Darkens
When the light darkens the path twists, becomes more difficult. What will rise must have root, the grace of a flower. Let the earth be
When the light darkens the path twists, becomes more difficult. What will rise must have root, the grace of a flower. Let the earth be
The night so long it seemed the darkness would never fade, the light on the roses and soft glow of the trees only a memory.
Born to wonder, our original memory a secret code of symbols and runes letting darkness nurture, dreams become talisman. Emissaries of an ancient light, born
No way out of fine balance on the long thin wire between the towers of then and now, of what has been and what must