Orpheus

I fly high tonight, a child of the skies Looking long for my beautiful view On the cool breeze I rest a young herald of the west I sing the night's sound, my feet never touch the ground Though I know I may not let it show I was born long ago When I’s a …

Oh America!

In the cold, narrow streets of old Santa Fe a secluded, warm cafe I contemplate America how as a boy I never thought once of the name until I saw the desert gazed at the sun rising slow outside Roswell a state road, no other cars drove, I am there, I am here I saw …

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