White Angel

Traveler's tears wounded memories

Hand's full of days, these were the ways

You looked for home

Pale paths change marking out the way

Into the grace of day

Traveler's tears, wounded memories

One hadn full of days

One hand on the cold hard ground

It's as they say:

It's coldest before the dawn

As the cold hard ground

Would signify

White Angel, White Angel, give me light

I have passed such a long time

In the cold dark night

My bruised and burning eyes

Await their dream of morning

Put your hand to the plow

Dry your traveler's tears

Lick your wounds

Dress your memories

In woodbettany

It's as you'd own:

It's coldest before the dawn

And in your bones

You know the way back home

My bruised and burning eyes

Await their dream

Of morning

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Carousel

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Busy work

At a certain point,

feeling afraid

is a bad habit

from when you thought

being afraid

would somehow

help.

Here’s the thing

you should know:

it doesn’t.

Feel free to stop

any time.

- storypeople -

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In the morning when I wake...

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Little things...

I still get wildly enthusiastic about little things...

I play with leaves.

I skip down the street and run against the wind.

- Leo Buscaglia

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Secret heart

The secret is not in your hand or your eye or your voice, 

my aunt told me once. 

The secret is in your heart.

 Of course, she said, knowing that doesn’t make it any easier.

- storypeople -

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Requiem for an abandoned house

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Best of times

I’d like to leave you with something valuable, she said.

You probably already have, I said,

but we take most of our lives to remember that,

even in the best of times

- storypeople -

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Scraps of magic

These are little scraps of magic & when you paste them

together you get a memory of something fine & strong,

she said. Sometimes it takes till you’re 40 to see it though.

- storypeople -

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