Theresa Silver

lament

let the bird hang dead in the tree that has forgotten what are leaves whose withered hands now weep eternal yet unspoken grief the song of said gone swan ever having echoed on among the hill...
Posted by on Fri, 15 May 2009 00:22:00 GMT

Irrevocable

we must try and run aroundbut every man must meet his ownevery pathway has its homeevery bird must nest and diealonehold my soul up on my shoulderswhile the dream around me smolderstill the shining be...
Posted by on Mon, 23 Mar 2009 20:51:00 GMT

We the Sum

from the center of the black holethat consumes and feeds the Sunis struck the chordof ancient longingfor which all this Life begunrun we mad with all desireto the boundaries of the Onewe know so deepl...
Posted by on Sun, 30 Nov 2008 03:25:00 GMT