Some experiences remind me of the perfect beauty of it all
Like the expansiveness of a rocky mountain range
Under blue skies and scattered clouds
Like the expansiveness of a rocky mountain range
Under blue skies and scattered clouds
Or have jumped back in time
Nearly a century
I live in a world
Of song and voice
Of love and wisdom
Not to become
Icons of Hollywood
But to impress upon the inhabitants
Where the true source
Can be found
So I listen
I can close my eyes
On any day
And just listen
But I prefer the fog
It is easier
To imagine in darkness
To create a world of light
In my mind
I sink into my rage