Inspiration, move me brightly, light the song with sense and color, hold away despair
Ain't no time to hate, barely time to wait
Comes a Time when the blind man takes your hand says DON'T YOU SEE?
Sometimes we live no particular way but our own
Being in a floodplain is like sitting down in a bathtub.
Counting stars by candlelight all are dim but one is bright; the spiral light of Venus rising first and shining best, from the northwest corner of a brand-new crescent moon crickets and cicadas sing a rare and different tune.