A Lifetime Journey P.O.M. November

A Lifetime Journey I’ll sail upon an ocean An ocean filled with dreams And as I slowly drift I’ll fish for all my schemes The one’s that feed a Lifetime On the journey I will take From here until tomorrow Without a single break No memory of this time Will clouds the...

Washed Sand November P.O.M.

Washed Sand Who am I that stain the sand Whose every footprint mark this land For as my breath invites the day In idle thoughts I drift away I gaze behind to see my path As in real time the sea it laps But when at last in full retreat I search to find my footprints...