His soulful ache of expression sings in harmony & in love; reaching outward to fill his cup. – Writer J
Far, take me far away from here,
From here. Start, started walking from the fields,
To the pier. I, I will stay upon your mind when I am gone, And fine, fine,
I won’t be gone, Gone for long.
Time, time is headed for the hills, Not to be found.
Watch, watch and listen while your heart Shakes the ground.
Fill, fill your cup and do not thirst For the dream.
And please, please learn to feel
the sun Under the trees.
⌊ᶫᵉᵗ ᶫᵒᵛᵉ ᵇᵘʳᶰ ∞ ᵗʰᵒᵘˢᵃᶰᵈ ˢᵘᶰˢ⌋