My mind was willing and my spirit was strong..
I have seen by degrees the boiling point come and go.
How high your highest of heights? How low are your lows?
if your hopes scatter like the dust across your track, i’ll be the moon that shines on your path. the sun may blind our eyes; i’ll pray the skies above for snow to fall on the sahara.
...Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map