Matt Brundage


the perilous night instills doubt in the hearts of the unwavering –
its vast secrets cloud memories and open old wounds
my illness can never be cured – my thirst never quenched
I become vulnerable to human inhibitions and fade away...

she is precise in her workmanship and all the nations praise her
her influence reaches to the four corners of the earth
she travels from the east, greeting rich and poor alike;
shining strong – feeding plants, brightening spirits;
lengthening and enriching lives at no earthly cost
her return is inevitable and her smile is priceless