No map to help us find the tranquil flat lands, clearings calm, fields without mean fences. Rolling down the other side of life our compass is the sureness of ourselves. Time may make us rugged, ragged round the edges, but know and understand that love is still the safest place to land.

No map to help us find the tranquil flat lands, clearings calm, fields without mean fences. Rolling down the other side of life our compass is the sureness of ourselves. Time may make us rugged, ragged round the edges, but know and understand that love is still the safest place to land.

Be gentle with me, new love. Treat me tenderly. I need the gentle touch, the soft voice, the candlelight after nine. There's been so many who didn't understand so give me all the love I see in your timid eyes but give it gently Please.

Watch the indolent butterfly playing on the tall flower in the yard and think about the sun going down. It always does you know.

Unless you call attention to your presence who will know you're there? Even a country has to weave and wave a flag as proof of its existence.

I've come to terms with it, it knows I know.

The journey back is always longer than the forward run.