alone in the dark
alone in the dark
waiting on slumber's embrace
the stars are singing
Home
early morning rise
early morning rise
listening to the stars sing
monster dog shuffle
lean silver crescent
lean silver crescent
hanging in the morning sky
homage to the moon
abruptly awake
abruptly awake
a deep rumble overhead
visiting boomers
into the nightside
into the nightside
that most shady of places
reluctantly drawn
the air is not quiet
the air is not quiet
being still in the darkness
early morning rain
dawning of the spring
dawning of the spring
the scent of flowers adrift
a world made anew
an old friend well met
an old friend well met
to talk. laugh and share of them
the taste of delight
signs of history
signs of history
written in the sands of time
wherein lies the truth
it's that day in march
it's that day in march
so don't get my irish up
there will be guinness