'Le riverie coule profonde'... 'The river runs deep'
Ruby Ridge, at the very epicentre of art. An ember sits still in the night, beating. Shedding light on the riverbank walk. The moon, pleased to meet you...
Carved into our skulls, relics of the past, Tense memories, scratching the surface. Released from their reliquary brain shaped tomb...
Shape shifting, Spirit lifting, Cloudy host, In the shape of a ghost...
Scattered postcards, reaching for the city. The beach, a room with a view. Snow falling alps.
The lake we once knew. Is that the meaning of Saudade too...
Smiling next to you in quiet silence through the years. Livin' on a prayer... The river runs deep in the shadows tonight. K