I like being with you all night with closed eyes. What luck—here you are coming along the stars! I did a road trip all over my mind and heart and there you were kneeling by the roadside with your ...
A “still small voice” descends to me— “Thou’rt sad, but I’ll remember thee!” As burns the life-light in me low, And throws its ashes o’er my brow, When all else flies, it speaks to me— “Thou’t doomed, ...