I won't be able to properly express why I found myself there. Before that strange journey, the declaration of mountains, wind, and trees lay about me, and I found it enough. I could sit under the warm embrace of the sun and remember. Once, the blue ocean-sky or the occasional gift of diamond drops from … Continue reading Accidia: Part I
Month: April 2020
“Furore Tutum”
Yea, O storm, Bring forth thy might, And we, as that ancient Pompeii Might be made to know. Before our knees meet dust Must we rise in opposition to thee? O storm, with furious passion, Teach us our weakness, Sick and afflicted, Touched by death. Haunt our thoughts as we wait. Yea, O storm, Bring … Continue reading “Furore Tutum”
Bearlee Afloat 