My own mind is what keeps me from sleep Her lovely smile is what keeps me alive Oh, alive. A living monument to our time A new light giving birth to our ideas. Oh, prayers. Couldn't you see the prairie fire sky? I never meant to ask you that, though. As a question.
oh man, this strikes me as wonderful. I'm going to read it a few mor times to soak it up, but I truly dig it.
Wow, thanks guys!I didn't think I'd earn such warm responses, to this piece. BTM, I gotta thank you big time, man. You leave the grooviest of comments, and I can feel that you really dig what I'm saying, and you know where I'm coming from. Glad to see you pickin' up the vibes.
Aw I really like this one... it's comforting. Beautiful James... always different, too. Love it. And I miss you, p.s.
