Windscape Poetry from House of Heart House of Heart Let me be the summer sun who shines for you without expectation. A rhythmic breeze that shapes soft passages where you travel uncertainty. Let a herald of archangels fill your your heart with unworldly treasure. I will be your blood moon, the swell and pull of tides that draw you near. Ascend with me on a windscape strung of stars far from the world below. View original postShare the Love:TumblrPinterestRedditLinkedInTwitterEmailWhatsAppFacebookPocketLike this:Like Loading... Related