Adoration P.O.M. for May

Adoration I sit in adoration Of all the things you are Sometimes you’re just a thought in mind Perhaps a falling star Where once you were the coming dawn That came from out of night You change into the morning sun With rays so clear and bright Then onto early...

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...