I remember the soaring notes flying above us all. Looking down on us before the fall from a cliff into a desert,
sprawled.
Solemn words scrawled like a glyph into the sands of time where footsteps are pressed and blessed rhymes cling to our minds, leaving us enthralled,
awed.
Flowing ripples and longing thoughts grasping for the way across to rivers, to oceans with melodic provoking storms raining down upon us
all.