When our mountains seemed to fall..

When I come to terms to terms with this
My world will change for me
I haven't moved since the Call came
Since the Call came I haven't moved..
~'Parasol'->Tori Amos


*Take another piece of my good graces
I'm in my war you're in yours
Do we fight for peace as they take another piece of us*
~'Barons of suburbia'->Tori Amos

Growing stones ->>

Shadow fruit is falling from the walls....moonlight bathes the house in white...the ash of extinct angels is borne by the wind...

Ahandonhope

Weight of stones,of thoughts

Uneven balance
of mountain and dream

We still live in another world
perhaps the interval..
----Philippe Jaccottet

A gaze like stars plunging in time

After all the jacks are in their boxes,
and the clowns have all gone to bed,
you can hear happiness staggering on down the street,
footprints dress in red.

And the wind whispers Mary.

A broom is drearily sweeping
up the broken pieces of yesterday's life.
Somewhere a Queen is weeping,
somewhere a King has no wife.

And the wind it cries Mary.

Will the wind ever remember
The names it has blown in the past,
And with this crutch, its old age and its wisdom
It whispers, "No, this will be the last."

And The Wind Cries Mary.
~"The wind cries Mary"-Hendrix