Thursday, July 5, 2012

Tracing Tracks

Place I know by fret, string:
worn, warm, where I curl up,
soft space between now,
where orange riffs play,
blow my sparks, light my rhymes,
walk me, all the way...
toward harmony.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

How good to have a comfy place, warm, restorative to harmony. Now, where is that place I know where I can share this feeling....


Dutchie Vandersteine