pouring up the wine from yesterday

it tastes the same today

awakes the lynx in me

songs have often drawn me by their tales

an urge to set the sails

and go beyond the whales



gathering the best in everything

and all the places where I used to go

wondering still not wandering

a cowards heart refuses me to know



swallowing a journey from a glass

dividing emptiness and wine becomes a gas

all I have is what I need to give

in songs I breathe and live

the source will never leave



gathering the best in everything....



in this travelogue I went nowhere

but my brain was always in the air....out somewhere

since the day I heard the dring I never left my chair

I never left my chair... I never left my chair.....



all I ever wanted was to swim and drown my fear of swimming...(and the water)

and on the other side to find the peace of soul and mind and you and I

a tickle in my nose of distant hills, beneath the crows upon the blue, I want to go

I want to know...what bothers me.... what eases you