My beautiful beautiful friend, Particles of dust suspend before me; Twinkling in the evening light And as I blink I watched them quietly ...

It is power you can fight. Stand up against it. Firm. But it fights too, incessantly. Smacking at the door of your senses, restless ...

My soul is greeting this country with willingness once again. When I stepped off the plane the sky seemed too blue and the world too ...