Happiness begins with
a tequila sunrise gleaming...

Perhaps some day
I'll crawl back...

Lack of sleep
has become the only...

The ghosts of yesterday
continue to roam through...

Beneath the skin of the Earth,
there are scars on the walls...

When I hear Johnny Cash singing of his burning...
no longer will I think of true love...

I've traced calligraphy in every beach
since I was old enough to love the...

May balances between
an array of jaune sunrises...

As his calloused fingers pluck his vintage Gibson...
his passion poured with each single verse...

On one November day,
when the furnace lacked...

Her vanity swoons
at sun-kissed ringlets...

Time has blown like the wind,
but my memory of you is as crisp as a freshly...