There is always a song being played.
Music is food for the soul...

Lily white! on this a sunny African day.
Used feel like home, now the back foot only...

I am, out here on my own.
Flat lining...

Sometimes the corners in my mind oxbow on me
Often taking me to a parallel source...

Africa my home, my love of life
If I could only fly like a cloud...

Gone the age of the innocent
Taken near on seven decades to get me here...

Dawn another new beginning
The moon in the sky playing a duet with the sun...

The fire in my mind never goes out
I am someone who has lived life...

When the moon is the only sound, I hear.
Can the sun and stars fill the empty in me...

Across the road; I find myself standing
majority of one...

words of wisdom, words of hope
a worthy write indeed...

I pray,
let light be...