i no longer know the difference between the river in my dream and what's flowing away during day my news is no news since i will not return with gold in my pockets my horse died on the way of thirst, but i lived and drank all the beauty for him, mile after mile i walked if you hear that music we both love and see two swallows fly down looking for home that's my letter to you letting you know how free love can be & how music diminishes the distance between two skies ----May, 2004
