MAN, FRIENDSHIP
Well met is this wind that blows kisses in my face The cold and the storm can't make me forget that taste Well met is the rain that...
NAMER OF CLOUDS
There was a time when all that was known Of our skies was danger and divine A small boy stands face pressed to the glass He understands...
WRECKING DAYS
Oh to the strandline he said When a gale from the south west blows for three days Oh to the rolling foam Whose gifts it brings are my...