The Reason I’m Alive April P.O.M.

The day that I first saw you When you opened up your eyes And looked at me with loving That came as no surprise From then until forever I hoped you’d realize That I’m only here to catch you It’s the reason I’m alive Those nights I’d tell you stories Adventures from my...

Washed Sand November P.O.M.

Washed Sand Who am I that stain the sand Whose every footprint mark this land For as my breath invites the day In idle thoughts I drift away I gaze behind to see my path As in real time the sea it laps But when at last in full retreat I search to find my footprints...