Stepping out beyond reach, hunkering in to strains of a tango being played to help ease the stress of a sleepless night and horrendous morning.

concentrating on the quality all of us strivefor daily.Preparing endless compositions, rewriting,editing, finding different ways of expressionand feeling.Altogether, hiding within many facets of life,trying on with fascination, those that have notfit before, but now with maturity, it is adifferent story.Notes sounding their reverie throughout theheavens, scattering details of imagination intopockets of subconsciousness and creative genius.

and wonder what has caused this change in feelings so quickly.Apparently, a fleeting memory has caught on edges of my brain andinsisted on being felt.There is no reason or intention attached to it, just anotherpredicament of being a sensitive individual.

Feeling torrents of wind and rainas they alight upon my head.Sending me into gales of laughter,because storms are fun to me.

of my mind to touch upon natureand heavenly words of expression.

Searching futilely for the path that will take me the farthest from human contact.Stillness covers and protects me from the horrors of other people’s abusiveness.A grand time, setting me apart from all the claims of friendship that are dishonest.

with antique melodies and wonderful scenery.Riding horses of imagination over desert plains,happily enjoying the freedom and vast expanse ofwide open spaces.Cacti reaching out, touching subconsciously, areasof grey matter with wonder and awe.Filling yesterday with moistened eyes of beauty,remembered dearly, close to hearts riding intosunset’s of tomorrow’s horizon.