Poems from Sojourners_magnificat
The silhouette doth round me dance,
Fickle as foreign gold.
No light I find in pretense I oppose,
All beings of the Otherworld I fear.
Two...
I am the firstborn Prince of Autumn,
Asked how to save oneself from the cliffs edge, and how I saved myself.
I do not know where to begin...
No child should die in the dawn of life,
They as bright and shining as early morning,
Their just-beginning story, that first word,...
I believe that my greatest fear was to lose your trust
From not being honest or genuine enough
Hiding behind my shadow, covering myself up...