Tairngir tellings

Beautiful, tall clouds hidden behind lower lying drizzle-makers;Grand, expansive spires of nature’s great conveyer;hidden behind a mist of weary half-carriers.Great pillars of the sky looking down;the view lost, thwarted by aborted weather-child.These majestic

Me and him and her we are all.He is confident and forceful;she is doubting and horrible.Me I am stuck in the middle;on my own.Only getting attention when I quietly demandand subtly moan,friend or

I want true love that knows all of me,that brings total freedom allowing to be all,and all to see.A Love that is truth and not some idealist’s scene;Our Hope given flight in clear