the road flows beneath like the waves of a rolling oceanmy heartbeat strains against the rhythm of the miles and then begin the rain …a heart full of rain there’s somewhere behind me you forget about mein darkness, there’s somewhere behind meI’d rather you wouldn’t be and my heart won’t take this strain …a heart… Read More Heart Full of Rain
At the water’s edgeWe breathe our last goodbyesAnd heave a heavy sighSublime this place in time Beneath the dying lightWe pay our last respectsAnd shoulder vast regrets –‘remember things we can’t forget A bridge of sighsSweet lullabiesStars that rise at eventideWe collude and we collide Don’t lose your faith in time this time… Read More Eventide
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Lie down in the yarrow of the field Let yourself be swallowed By waves of deep green And lose the notion that it all might be a dream Upon new grass, become a love supreme An unfortunate soul trying to break through Caught in the…
It’s a matter of perspective To see outside the lines To extend beyond yourself And your borders Realize it’s all a false construct You and me is no different than us and them Unless you believe it It’s a matter of perspective
A new series from Robert Müller
right back where we began nice to see you here again darkness in the heart of summer but for stars without number teases like I shouldn’t wonder seductive currents pull you under right back where we began nice to see you here again listen for the little whispers feel the friction turn to blisters darkness in… Read More Violet
we only wanted we wanted to feel but the sun and the moon the wind and the waves and then the trees the trees lost form as the road became endless endless as the stars stars we could no longer see with each morning each morning we are new but the sun and the moon… Read More Elevation
And on the eighth day, God created the Mellotron. An audio poem for you to enjoy on SoundCloud.
we all have our reasons we turn our backs to time and reality for moments we tremble and we shine we all have a season each with our own kind to find a place in the sun we shiver and we shine autumn has its leaves spring its rain summer its wings winter its chains… Read More One By One
Does anyone know the way home? Can anyone recall when it was traveled last? The light is dying – the cold is coming fast. I wish I could remember the way home. Every path seems to wander free Far from where I long to be Spiral inward to that place – A mother’s touch, a… Read More Home
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