set forth with raised sails
set forth with raised sails
the ocean of history
an oncoming storm
Home
left behind to grieve
left behind to grieve
such is the way of friendship
one always dies first
on the edge of rain
on the edge of rain
inside shelter from the storm
gift of espresso
that scent on the air
that scent on the air
speaking of the things to come
herald of the rain
daemons of research
daemons of research
those who make it all happen
to librarians
empty your pockets
empty your pockets
put on an extra layer
let loose your rain dance
sunlight turn to grey
sunlight turn to grey
swirl of the incoming clouds
waiting on the rain
a present for you
a present for you
here's the song of my people
the sound of silence
next to be distilled
next to be distilled
the tears of our enemies
necter of the gods
day sets into night
day sets into night
the balance to be maintained
weariness descends