24 Quotes by Craig Froman

First we molt,then spin a web,after this we weave,until our food is dead.Next dancing a jig,And waiting for a meal,Then we wrestle a bitTil we sit and eat our fill.”Captain Muntweight

Nineteen secrets, nineteen stones,nineteen branches, nineteen bones,untold wonders in a daybreathing deep under stone and clay.

A gardener is like a prophet looking out on a barren land and saying, ‘I see corn on that hill, and beans beneath the grove, and lavender in the field, and over there some roses by the brick wall.’ Don’t you think that’s what a good friend should be like? A truly good friend is one who can look at our bare lives and see the fruit of what will one day come from deep inside us.

The winged beasts and angels know, that mortals cannot fly. But how I flew to see the sun; a broken bird am I.

Playful footsteps, a child’s footstepsdance over mud and mire.What seems a horror to eyes of age,brings joy to a child’s fire.

Unstrained, I sit and gaze, glare, survey, starethrough barred windows encased in embroidered steel. Pearly frosted dust obstructs the channels of light, leaving only small pillars of fire, arranged in disordered fragments. The antiquated sallow walls are stained with crimson braids that wreathe and scuttle about the rimes and rifts.

O, the sorrow of us all,to wander the earth in a shell.And looking to the heavens,we lay to rest in hell.The suffering of the innocentin the midst of Jacob’s well.How the miles fled between us,and that distance is still great.Though on the same shore we now sit,in temporal quietude to wait.The moon is our bright witness;it will lead us to the gate.

I roamed alone;O, barren dreams.My echoed voice,what lonely comfort.Here is my salvation:I hear the triumph drum;the rhythm of the rising,the long-awaited sun.

A thousand years ago or moreThey opened up the devil’s doorAnd a cwene of dark and deathCrawled out, and creeping stole our breathAnd we’ve been hiding ever-more.