Voices on the Wind Open Theme
What Penance never Resolved by jacob erin-cilberto old girlfriends scars of smiles wicked tongues burning midnight oil skin to skin conversation back seat rendezvous racing upstream in adolescent strokes life laughs in rhythm grown up sighs shivering from the words we didn't say just felt no pretentious moods then, some confessional moments as our Fathers would listen probably with a grin at our stammering soliloquies we knelt with 17 year old knees expressing something that many years later would reflect an old simper of satisfaction.