The Shadow. Don't we all have one? Mine is often trying to free itself from the shadow world where it resides. Sometimes I wonder, if the beast is really, just the unspoken silenced parts of me that wish to share some ancient wisdom. The Beast by
I love old things The old sun, the old moon, the old earth’s face I love old books frayed from the searching of truth-hungry fingers Old things tell me of the past But I know I must move on They hold a place within my.