take my hand and climb with me…
The Rising ~ Bruce Springsteen
Forgiven, by Thor. Our tribe, reunited. Beneath, a blinding. Sun. And fields, of acid. Green. Winter’s promise, lush. And sweet. Easter lambs, spring. Young blooddrums, beating. Joy!
Hearts, appear. Etched, in leaves. Voluptuous, candyfloss. Clouds. Kiss, the sky. And I know, I am.
In the garden of a thousand sighs…