To Ancient Evenings..

to ancient evenings and distant music… to lost moments, and future times… to hope of true love never being forgotten, and songs of sadness silenced from broken hearts.. to happy tunes, and smudged in landscapes. to horizons on oceans, and stars falling off into the sea.. to dreams of peace landing inside of you and me… to all known moments, and those not planned, to the bear, the eagle, the wolf and the crow. life finds meaning, when breath is shared, and learning goes on, and bad egos are thrown out with the trash. f.messina 10.15, 19 (c)