of cemetery’s.
Pits of hell try to surround me in everything I do.
Uselessly, I travel alone, walking away from evil and
it’s horrendous storms.
Deafening thunder clapping itself louder with each moment.
Forgetting to fall into devil snares with prayers always
on my lips and a hopeful spirit.
Images shine from every light, taking me on bittersweet lanes of yesterday’s life.
All in all a pleasant evening at the Wagon Yard.
tempo naturally.Taking time to be the best I can be,following the beat of my heart as I stretchmy boundaries farther than they wanted to go.Now there’s a space opened by the mysteriousopportunity of love.
