Flaming ember nights clashing against peace ridden skies. Ancient, endless thoughts echoing in those meager times we once knew, and once loved, a long time ago...
Silk covered days on the streets and cow pastures of lifeβs distractions. Stopping on the way for a cup of tea at a sidewalk cafe that we once shared a long time ago...
Broken, sleepless nights on the edge of our drifting past. Collages of lights on every corner telling us itβs all a play. Remembering when we were one. Remembering when we were young. Such a long time ago..
April 8, 1972 (Boston MA) Revisited: January 12, 2010