––––– WITH A HEART OF MY OWN ; burn it down low. The LIGHT in your verse & the SHADOW between, the way that I was when I used to roam. IF I GO, what do I hold? For the MAID or the MOTHER I'll be if only the loom and a thread will hold. It is work too be dancing out here if tomorrow I'm mending THE EMPTY BONES. There are the roses that come without seekin' They are the ones that I have to SOW. In your verses that I have repeated, the way that I was when I used to know. ESTABLISHED JANUARY 2016. ©











