Running My Fingers Upon The Smooth Surface

Running my fingers upon the smooth surfaceKeeping them always against the grainI know my way through the RedwoodsThey’re my protection against the dark stains Born in the high desert among the cactiFaint echoes from mission bells of yoreGreat things come from fools with faithMisguided souls remain thirsty for more Stubborn & obstinate as hardwoodNeeding myContinue reading “Running My Fingers Upon The Smooth Surface”