“I Can Hear Your Whisper And Distant Mutter. I Can Smell Your Damp On The Breeze And In The Sky I See The Halo Of Your Violence. Storm I Know You Are Coming.” ― Robert Fanney
“On the edge of dreaming when the brain lets go, when it stops its scheming, our blood runs slow… Then the heart speaks clearly of the things it knows, things it brought so dearly at the evening’s glow… And a misty sunset fills the west with yellow,
