Amber Light

I used to long for sleep at night To close these weary eyes, And dream of worlds in amber light, Of suns in golden skies, A starry sea; a voiceless vow To find a finer shore ­ But sailings so much harder now, And takes a little more. I'll stay awake a while and take …

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Before They Were Kings

The power died. The atmosphere was surely to follow. ‘Even in the dust bowl, we got juice,’ croaked a husky young drawl, face drawn in shadow. Treasured black leather boots; toes and soles wound round with gaffer tape, a powerful symbol of this troupe of harmonious misfits. Scruffy dark clothes, straggly unkempt hair and wild …