You hide behind the branches of an old friend. Here long before you and I now and after. Whispers cut across leaves as you sit proudly protected. Out of reach and sometimes out of sight sweet tunes pour from your being. I wish to see you my friend. The familiar chant leads me back. No matter how far I am there’s a melody that leads me back to you.
Dear Reader,
Don’t be afraid of the dark, you’re going to find your way back home.
X,-A