Viewing the calm beauty innocence at the edge of another day setting and feeling content. So many reasons have come and gone to give thanks for them surfaces in tranquility. A scent of lilacs stirs within the present a small reminder of youthful love.
Out here Indians weeped buffalo once roamed on an impulse greed ran life into the ground ’til nothing was left around. This old homestead still accepts each setting sun has memories of suffering from guns. Imagine the view from a windowsill believing life can be fulfilled before going down.
Seems somewhat strange always seeking something on the other side. Perhaps it’s the longing wanting to escape progress settle in a sleepy one horse town Comfyville. Kinda weird life as rearranged so much founded years ago perhaps it’s in part for others seeking something on the other side. Here’s hoping you settle in Comfyville rekindle life before the afterlife.