Lore blue away from the pile by

away from the pile by the door

those that we feel lucky to have call us theirs - our tribe

together we are kindred

just take one from the rack in the hall

given and gotten

Lore blue away from the pile byinstructed of sky signs and felt what it's for nursed by the soul sound hear it's soft call saying there will be more more beginnings than endings more tomorrows than now more feelings than final more seeing than how given to watching and waiting for when told of becoming of what might be then sensing there will be more more answers than questions more finding than lost more home to belong in more worth every cost raised mid a rainbow and drawn toward