FOR ALL OUR LOST TOMORROWS
Through all the long strong seasons of the moon
I’ve wandered wistful, yearning for his touch.
In all the empty spaces placed in front of me
where he can never be, I mourn.
For all the poems he will never share,
for secrets, songs and sounds he’ll never know,
and for the moon that shone in glory when he died
I’ve cried the many months since he was gone.
Through all the bright bold silvered nights
the moon has dressed in loveliness he’ll never see,
and all our lost tomorrows wrapped in sorrow
I will still love him tenderly.
KATHLEEN EARSMAN 2004
Hey. This RUMBLE has sneaked up on us ! It is TODAY. Best bring your own food or starve. We are NOT organised AT ALL. 12-5 pm. RALEIGH HALL.
PARTY AT RALEIGH HALL
Izzy now resides on the mid North Coast of NSW and spends a good deal of his time in outdoor activities.
Sought through prayer and meditation to improve our conscious contact with God as we understood God, praying only for knowledge of God’s will for us and the power to carry that out
A SONG FOR BEDTIME
courtesy TOBI GAMBLING
IN EDEN. BLACK SWANS.
PREPARING TO LEAVE AND GO SOUTH