A poem is the soul,
in its stillest living form.
A song is when it heaves and swells.
But where the spirit thrives,
is somewhere in the middle
of wordless glance and winter air.
A Trip to Josiahland
Stay if you like, but don't expect too much — yet.
A poem is the soul,
in its stillest living form.
A song is when it heaves and swells.
But where the spirit thrives,
is somewhere in the middle
of wordless glance and winter air.
So beautiful!