Glory Nights.
And when you walked out onto that stage of sight and sound did you remember me? Head high up in the clouds trying to make your way up and across The Great Stairway to heaven. I can see you now spinning notes from your finger-tips. Oblivion, obviously, Oblivious. Walled into a private world that only the gifted can accommodate I understand your distance …. the rise and fall of your time and space in which silence is necessary for separation and forgetfulness. The dolphin’s song has faded but will never disappear for being that Boy and Girl is not easy when hopes and fears are surrounded by a realty that is somehow too real. As far as possible without surrender you must sing your song loudly and clearly and go placidly amidst the noise and haste remembering what peace there is to be found in the silence that lies between your face and the sky. You cannot see me here in the room full of strangers But I am. I can hear you even when you do not call.