Dreamers turn to Look at the Cards...

 

....All of us get lost in the darkness, Dreamers learn to steer by the stars...

I did. 

Desert, Sky, Car, Open roads. 

I don't know what I would have done with Geddy's Voice, without Neil's Timing, with out Alex's reverb. Without them, I would have lost the will to fight. They taught me the magic of soul, they held my hand when all else was hurt anger and evil. I applaud them, I bless them, and my life is in gratitude to them.

There is art in my soul, pain flow to paper, there is magic in my fingers, there is knowing in my Soul.

Songs of time and sea, song and dance, and old tan corduroy pants. 

There are sides and sides and sides and sides to me.

There is release and no relief... There is understanding and a path long walked and never will the wander end. 

There are keyboards clicking and water spilling.

Spiderplants and nightmareish memory energy. 

There are orange velvet chairs and windows too small to release.

There is a wooden deck where the sun and moon rise and dream flow freer than any open sky.

There are Electrical storms in my veins, and pools of gleaming star water.

There is ego and flow, 

there is wind of change, and reverb of piscean soul.

There are fringes and flames

There are never forgotten dreams put aside and pulled out past the doldrums of modern america.

There are reelings against the man, and hearts of hobbit holes and flows of Verde.

This here and this now are meld, are moldings, are all one thing in all this and all that. 

This is eyes to the skies and bootlace.

This is looking through hollow logs, listening to singing frogs, and blues and purple paint.

This is big hair, green drink, and me. 

....and... Me....