qthomasbower:
Nine Escapes to the Garden
qthomasbower:
I look at eye level, it isn't good enough.
qthomasbower:
It breaks the cage, and fear escapes and takes possession - just like that crowd rioting inside.
qthomasbower:
Go into the garden, go under the ivy, under the leaves, away from the party
qthomasbower:
The little child inside me is retreating to a favorite place.
qthomasbower:
It's not easy for me to give away a secret, but it's not safe.
qthomasbower:
Go right to the rose, go right to the white rose. I'll be waiting for you.
qthomasbower:
I sit here in the thunder, the green upon the grey.
qthomasbower:
It wouldn't take me long to tell you how to find it. Go under the leaves with me.
qthomasbower:
I Feel It All Around Me