No Legends

Spice of the night can take a piece of life, caught on the battlefield and feeling every flight.

Asking and receiving, showing and growing, bounces off the spirit and floods the ocean blue.

Gliding through what seems to be a total solar eclipse, catching every moment then looking back to take a glimpse.

Recorded is the thoughts that flow with the winds tale of time, no legends, no myths, just stars to burn the sky.