four days roaming free
few places tied to schedule
time for yoke again
four days roaming free
few places tied to schedule
time for yoke again
even blue stillness
broken by crisscrossing clouds
two washed-out contrails
the light of the world
hope for all the excluded
begins in darkness
my wish from the heart
whatever your holiday
peace, joy, and much love
looking down barrel radar gun not as scary as service pistol