Poems from Skye
Her breath is the tide
Gently it roles in
Swiftly it crashes away
Those precious blue eyes
Have become dual grey moons
The canyons in her...
Like the spring flowers blossom in,
so shall our lives begin.
We are born innocent of violence and suffering,
and from all the screams that...
I am who I am.
The product of a militant love bathed in youth.
Filled with curiosity and a lust for knowledge.
Drowned in the strange and...