A burning desire to capture and bottle the passing breeze; to articulate the unspoken; to describe the seasons of the coming waves; to dress the scents of the hidden encounters; to perpetuate the dying drama; and to warn of the approaching fury of the unknown. On this adventure, you are invited to share with me, my cup of tea.
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
This Is What I Am Hearing
Woe to the hopeless dreamer Ever yearning for the future Always clueless of the present Never learning from the past For the future never comes The present is all you have And the past is the teacher