The quiet of night lingers. It clings to it’s fading reign As I start this day fresh. New. Eastward, driving, I greet the artist rising.
Are we just too late? Has our ship sailed to another destination? I scan the horizon and see the fading remnants of it steam trail.
I wish the stars were within my reach, For I would gather their magic and give it to you. I wish that the song in
This Reboot is particularly timely, I feel, as we look around the world and this nation. It really seems like we are half a world
In a serendipitous moment of musical magic this song played from my iPhone on my way home from work this evening. I have dedicated other
That gap is too wide. That chasm too deep. The void that is you too quiet. Too dark. It needs presence. A touch present and