We are the storytellers...
Learning the language of love.
Ripping through sinew of heart...
Cutting to the bone.
Sweet darkness swallow us whole.
Take us into your arms, we are not afraid.
For we are not from this place, take us home.
Let us journey to some other sunrise,
where leaves grow into trees.
There, we will be found.
Natasha Mandel (written : September 5th, 2017)