It creeps into my brain,
My mind lapping it up like a thirsty dog.
I feel it in me, the memories returning.
Higher,
Ever so higher I would fly,
To the distant stars and beyond.
Floating towards the edge of the universe,
I pass a chair orbiting Saturn.
I trim the jib and head for Leo,
Regulus guiding my compass.
Lonely,
Ever so lonely are the journey's,
To the distant stars and beyond.
Thunder rattles the windows as a
Lightening bolt splits the mountains.
And my thoughts return to her.
Her face soft, voice just an echo.
Gently,
Ever so gently she walks through my dreams,
And to the distant stars and beyond.
The songs and art in this book are about our collective emergence after the pandemic and trauma of the last few years - comprised of 5 collections: World as Refuge, Where We Live, In Our Hands, Rhythms of Change and What We See & Sow.
Dear readers, this is my third book of poems, and inside are a special collection of what have turned out to be not only MY personal favorites, but also the favorites of many of YOU. Some of these have never been available in print before...
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"Tales of the Lady"
Lovely write Albert, a cosmic journey
through a dream.
Thank you,
From the Heart of an Artist Quiet Storm