When the suns cry
The clouds calm
This makes rainbows
This makes life

What is that sound
When I drive back to city
That droning low rumble
- calling me back
Calling me wild
Fear
Worry
Like a child to blind
I hear the call of back to me.
I feel the nonsense
Adult I must be.

I Love the child in me.
Not forgotten - I still feel me.
That’s what keeps me free

Now a smoke and a whiskey **

At the time logic was the answer.
Who would believe the layer between all things is the network
of all things.
Atoms and logic.

Your name - The sound of your name - the wonder of the reason you were named with the sound you are called by.

The sound
The feeling
the ....
The live

look back when the vibration is called forward.
look forward when the
listen

our sound of calling you.

I just found what this means.

Shape and definition defines my search.
Search and you will
Will and you can

Funny its just a circulus in my mind.

Thanks x

Sometimes I dream Im flying
Sometimes I fly
Sometimes.