The Old Has Gone, First Edition

Creaking, rumbling birth pangs follow Crumbling shrieks of anticipation. Brightness breaks in Warming the sleeping blind. First steps from the tomb wombs feel familiar Except all things are…are…new. The trees and stones and little grains of sand Bellow a familiar song never before heard. Walking turns to skipping turns to dancing As children follow the … Continue reading The Old Has Gone, First Edition