Feb 122015
Over and over again
I turn to poetry, I turn to music
when things get tough
They open a window to the cosmos
They fill that empty place in my soul
Over and over again
when the going gets tough
I turn to that quiet place
just before dawn, as the world sleeps
I feel the great Spirit in that quiet place
when all is still quiet on Route 25
When all is still quiet I feel alive
When all is still quiet I feel alive