• The Visitors

    We grew and waxed bold, our shining image
    There for all the world to see,
    We changed the hoary old philosophies,
    Rearranged the degenerate systems,... more »

  • There's A Mist In The Garden Today

    A sweet haven of contentment
    Settles round the branches of trembling innocence
    Found in trees long since discarded by their owner.... more »