Dust
Here is dust remembers it was a rose
one time and lay in a woman’s hair.
Here is dust remembers it was a woman
one time and in her hair lay a rose.
Oh things one time dust, what else now is it
you dream and remember of old days?
The man who says he is willing to meet you halfway is usually a poor judge of distance.
on being asked in a restaurant if there was anything he would like the orchestra to play... Dominoes
Sail not as if in pleasure boats upon a troubled sea.