Tis a sound of rhythms breath
A memory that never left
The sun
A footprint heard on sand and stone
A weekend whisper
Alone
Carry me wind always
To that place around the bend
Where fortress and green
Begin
This screen is dirty the elephant in the room is tired from the long drive it's owner has left the building and no one here has a light....if I be coming back to the fold can you please remain seated till after the show that way I can...
Read more