Heartwood

the light is a pale blue in the morning, it comes without warning, I'm awake, I'm awake, then it's warm and yellow, it's noon or maybe 3, i greet the day slowly and the day agrees with me, so come in come in for the evening, i'll fix a pot of tea, so

steady these hands to help me find a way out of this mess that's blinding me, that's all that i can ask, for these trembling hands... for these trembling hands... for these trembling hands. that carried me here, that guided me along this beaten path,

Fate's Northern Shore Amanda Rogers where do we go from here? there's no words that you can say with answers I've been looking for, still life's okay, heading in direction I am never ready for... no need for always knowing...when we leave and where w