The softest wind that stirs
Across the valleys and the plains
Of immeasurable moments
In the flaming fire that taunts
The duelling of my senses
Between the dark and the light
The silken ripples of remembrance
Singing in the background
Like the birdsong of spring
The herald of summertime
Wandering riots of colour
The elusive shades that dance
Where blossoms grew
And I see the imaginable shore
Flickering in the distance
And there's a fine ship
To take me there
Through the reckless tides
With a compelling companion
Who lives in every journey
As I rise so high and fall so deep
In the regions of my mind
Ron
budd