Oh let the sun beat down upon my face, stars to fill my dreams
I am a traveler of both time and space, to be where I have been
To sit with elders of the gentle race, this world has seldom seen
They talk of days for which they sit and wait and all will be revealed
Talk and song from tongues of lilting grace, whose sounds caress my ear
But not a word I heard could I relate, the story was quite clear
Oh, I been flying... Kashmir - Lucia Micarelli,Boardwalk Hall,7/21/07
If trouble hearing Angels song with thine ears, try listening with thy heart. ~Meriel Stelliger
