| In The Long Hours In the long hours of midnight's play the juniper berries formed a choir to sing in the winter solstice. Plates were shining, reflecting ravaged weight-laden faces starvation trickling down to their chins. They do not make wine anymore the crush became too much for their ears and travelled feet started to itch when the sister-lands called and called. As fragrant winds burrowed deeply into their sewn on ears, exhaling 'wash your heavy faces in neutral rivers, your burden removed.' shalome � 2004 |