The Irish Nomad

My work takes me to cities far and near, each different and (usually) exciting. The physical travel leads me on some revealing inner journeys as well. This is what happens when I write about it. And it's an excuse to vent, too, ya got me there.

Thursday, March 15, 2007

3:AM In Her Bed, Blissed Out

I watched the stars exploding behind my eyes
And set my life to music again
In that song I'll never finish




posted by The Irish Nomad @ 12:16 PM

1 Comments:

At 9:12 AM, Blogger Unknown said...

Yes...bliss. Thanks for that.

 

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