I am not content
to stand out (on the hollow timbered tree)
and wait (while the forest burns for me)
it fell
I conquered
no one heard
no one sees
I am not content
til I fade
and am free
top of page
The kilele project
Search
Recent Posts
See AllHe moved across the forest They moved across the forest It moved across the forest moved across the forest elephantly. across the forest under the autumn star the azure trees the fruit of rippling way
that beauty shadows on the grass moon; hand; dance come alive, remember you, remembered reborn, we cannot sleep dreams have no answer but deep, close to the heart they say be seen, dream with one anot
The sun someday will be love again. The mountain someday will be sand. The land in the end will begin again, and flowers grow out of its hand. I remembered an ancient poem, held under the tongue of a
bottom of page