signs of history
signs of history
written in the sands of time
wherein lies the truth
signs of history
written in the sands of time
wherein lies the truth
it's that day in march
so don't get my irish up
there will be guinness
crispness in the air
as the spring day fades to night
a bird floats away
of the simple joys
delight in a child's laughter
sit back and enjoy
within the day's rush
life pauses for espresso
searching for meaning
crash into the day
behind before it begins
but there will be pie
a morning moon rise
baths the earth in silver light
that cool breeze passing
a taste of chocolate
slowly dissipates away
afternoon delights
a dark black bitter
cleansing over the tongue
release the kraken
laughter shared with friends
satisfying to the core
most excellent day