Way it was.. when ‘just cause’ was reason enough.. time when friends.. swam with bends to find out how tough.. one was in eyes of others motivated so.. fit it ‘right on’ proud loud crowd..
putting on a show..
Trails flow a breathing glow alive in concrete walls.. know that glow from childhood.. high school.. college halls.. figure past peace is cast each second fated mine.. feeling stealing close and warm.. sandalwood and Pine..
Path solid easy fine..
Gate hinge does not squeak in yard of dreams solid true.. fate comes liquor binge no help to do what one must do.. fragrant woman or exhaust of wheels from way back when.. brings feeling not felt for years..
Youthful hope again..
Still nostalgia brings energy and hope.. tied to past in seconds passing.. energy the rope.. brings it now.. forever what is old to new.. smell of sandalwood and pine..
Calm easy and true..
Morning sky is blue.. as a rose red wet with dew.. morning fog.. a hollow log.. I sit as thoughts accrue.. melody.. sweet melody.. play.. say well for you.. each verse blues blessing curse look to..
Where angels flew..
Turn to past years.. brave smiles.. blue tears.. images dull shine.. my heart beats love anew.. with
Sandalwood and Pine..
Feeling.. ‘walking under trees.. shade.. sunbeams shimmer.. brings a solid.. is a solid.. youth again to glimmer’.. Peace Tony