Voices on the Wind Obscure Voices
Looking for wonder by Lars Samson It's looking under the rocks of reason between the threadbare hours of early morning after our fears and faces are sleeping A yearning alone but not lonely like boyhood dreams of being a fireman slugger star daddy before the stacks of money and bills started sparring Flying by no known reason stretching time into child hours It's searching without wanting to find the longer the grasp the better where eyes forget the scientific billboards to see like babies for the very first time Like running with eyes closed untamed unscheduled unlogical It's near everyday's edge where mountains rip shadows in the horizon and some dreams slip through