Poems from Timothy McRith
I don't need to see to believe
That rest could be a gentle sea
Bound to the mast in hurricane dreams
Corrupting the peace of my dormancy...
I don't need to see to believe
That rest could be a gentle sea
Bound to the mast in hurricane dreams
Corrupting the peace of my dormancy...
I don't need to see to believe
That rest could be a gentle sea
Bound to the mast in hurricane dreams
Corrupting the peace of my dormancy...