Wednesday, December 28, 2011

on tattered dreams

In rested hope it seems
Amiss to rise on tattered dreams
Too high the galewind lifts
The heart's long drop in silted drifts
And yet the tats recall
O the glory, the sweet sad beauty of the fall

This song is resonating with me. It's in my heart and has found my voice. I admit to being a Christina Perry fan. I've been known to...