In a Dream
by Daniel M. Rutberg My cartoon heart, with a zigzag crack, in a dream, still calls your name. The scroll that holds the doings of our
The crack of thunder, a frenzied dance of branches, safe inside a broken heart. Unsettled, nothing is as it was. Not that the past was a paradise but
Begin readingby Daniel M. Rutberg My cartoon heart, with a zigzag crack, in a dream, still calls your name. The scroll that holds the doings of our
I In the silence of the night Long before the sun will rise I peer into the darkness And imagine that my essence, my awareness my
Oh lord my creator, I hand to thee all my fears and my worries, and pray with every fiber of my being. that you will guide
If only my heart were broken, Instead of shattered into shards, its clockwork ripping through time and space, parts scattered across the universe, never to be
When you’re feeling lost and lonely And you don’t know where to turn And your shoulders start to shudder, And your eyes begin to
Why do I crave and seek this quiet time by the waterside? Why do I wake early and complete my chores in silence? Walking the dog
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