belle2007–2002 |
dada2002–1999 |
sundance1999–1997 |
frere1997–1995 |
julian1995–1994 |
stone1994–1993 |
19 February 2004
with hands too coarse to feel
i reach out towards your
suffering heart
with eyes too blind to see
i turn my gaze up to
my God
impure, unclean, unholy
i can but pray
a better man
to be
"go wash thyself thrice
in the river Jordan"
Copyright © 2004 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