Day: February 2, 2017

The Moons of Mountain Ana VII…

Poignant stuff from Stu.

Until your will is mine…

  You may come this way a thousand times And sense that space of place unfold But it will never speak to you Until your will is mine — Or watch your boots leave prints A lifetime long But they will never lead to you Until your will is mine — Or trace the rising sun Through trees that hiss and leaves that turn … Read More Until your will is mine…