There Is None Dwelling In The House

Every Forest Branch Moves Differently In The Breeze, But As They Sway They Connect At The Roots.

You’re A Song, A Wished-for Song.

The Gates Made Of Light Swing Open. You See In.

Drum Sound Rises On The Air, Its Throb, My Heart. A Voice Inside The Beat Says, "i Know You're Tired, But Come. This Is The Way.

The Whole Business Of Love Is To Drown In The Sea.