i surrender to what has been what was and what will be, looking around i see the clock on the wall ticking away seconds turning into minutes, developing hours times turn table is passing me by, as i stand in a state of numness, i hear sounds causing me to grasp my head, letting me move in circles as the chimes of the clock grow louder, balling me up in knots, foot steps fade away, yesterdays have no memories tommorrows are full of tears, today i have no thoughts, as the days weeks and months have no name, icnited by pain dimmed in a faded light domanted visions of hope are shredded by denied agony unleashed in a sytem with motions gone wild flared by foolish beliefs, crushed in thoughts dreams teared down i am a echo that grows louder a stumbling block only to rebuild again, as i start over from tears into the darkness of rain
In this Silver Sisters Mystery it's trouble at sea when Goldie and Godiva's eighty year old mother and uncle are invied on a relaxing cruise. Magic turns to mayhem for these former vaudeville magicians when a star magician is murdered on board.
