These winds assail me...
The black sheep of the assembly
My dreams seek wheels
But my heart is still;chilled
They see me stand tall
High above it all
I'm the scarecrow
In this Field of Despair...
Who would bring me down from this cross?
And lift this downing curse?
Who but you?
Only you!
You're the balm of a broken sole
Petrichor for the Parched Soul...
You're the sign of dawn...
On a night of storms...
So...
Hold me in your arms
As the earth holds the first leaf...
Let me nestle in you
As you teach me to trust my wings
Hold me...
I NEED YOU NOW...
Written in Glory and Despair...
Letters to A Unicorn
OIIE
11:5:16
Circa noon...
