I was born in a small southeastern Massachusetts town called Fairhaven back in the early 1970's. I... Read More

I had a dream last night

A dream the shattered my heart

Across the empty miles of dream land

The Angel's did not depart

Out of the darkness

Through the many broken dreams

Steps a man some call a saint

Out of the darkness

She gathered me to her

Beneath the waxing moon

She spoke to me of love and strength

And to her I must be true.

She handed me a willow branch

And a chalice for to drink

I stood in a field near a big Oak tree,

I turned my head skyward and cried out

Mother, where are you for I am lost.

I can not hear the music that is your symphony.

I can hear your birds as they sing the morning hello.

Be thy eyes Great mother,

And show me the path to your light.

Be my heart Great Mother,

And show me the path to your love.

Be within my soul Great Mother,

And show me the pa... Read More