there are times when silence
wraps me in it’s shroud
and it is these times
when nature’s whisper
seems to be so loud
Tag: sunset
birds of a feather
a new wind blows this summer’s day
I know not where it’s bound
under my breath your name I say
my heart begins to pound
it knows we are connected
as you go so do I
constraints of life must be respected
and I don’t know why
alone I stand, my fingers claw
at things I cannot see
for I am never really sure
of my destiny
before the claps of thunder
The Farm
I hear you singing in the wire
Hector rockin’ the mohawk
As she turns her gaze, down the slope
To the harbor where I lay
Anchored for a day
Guinevere had golden hair
Like yours, mi’lady like yours
Streaming out when we’d ride
Through the warm wind down by the bay
Yesterday
Seagulls circle endlessly
I sing in silent harmony
We shall be free
-David Crosby
walking the dog
that which lights the way
can also lead astray
for there are times
when what we seek
is not so far away
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