belle2007–2002 |
dada2002–1999 |
sundance1999–1997 |
frere1997–1995 |
julian1995–1994 |
stone1994–1993 |
28 September 2003
There is so much in this sordid world
that distracts us from ourselves.
That leads us away, tempted into unhappiness.
And with such simple ease we go.
Resisting not, lest we be saved.
Copyright © 2003 Charles Fry
empty soul when i am an angel Awake. Arise. The morning comes. so we meet again joyeux anniversaire earthly flesh angels descended silently my arms await you openly go wash thyself thrice This morning darkness rose again love lest we be saved at least the tree of life my love for you This icy rain awakes me And at last. And they smiled down upon her