a tree of blossoms
a tree of blossoms
under a cold springtime sun
don quixote rides
Home
step in a puddle
step in a puddle
and let the dancing begin
barefoot in the rain
alone in the dark
alone in the dark
waiting on slumber's embrace
the stars are singing
early morning rise
early morning rise
listening to the stars sing
monster dog shuffle
lean silver crescent
lean silver crescent
hanging in the morning sky
homage to the moon
abruptly awake
abruptly awake
a deep rumble overhead
visiting boomers
into the nightside
into the nightside
that most shady of places
reluctantly drawn
the air is not quiet
the air is not quiet
being still in the darkness
early morning rain
dawning of the spring
dawning of the spring
the scent of flowers adrift
a world made anew
an old friend well met
an old friend well met
to talk. laugh and share of them
the taste of delight