Originally posted on A Pocket of Dreams:
In times of furor Walls won’t silence this music These songs of freedom Listen, says the nightingale, Fervor is tempered with grace ?
Just might She gave me a kind smile as we danced the Texas two-step. She whispered in my wanting hears. “Dear Johnnie. People are foolish. They long to stay and long to… Continue reading
Drink of me, my love I hid in dark places for many years. I volunteered for far off places and war. I like the places where people wanted little and not everything.… Continue reading