East of the Sun
Somewhere East of the Sun lays a well worn path to my feet. A path that still lives in my soul, of a time and place where dreams grew. Among the Scrub Oaks, Sand, and Spanish Moss; I grew in this mystical place. Where all were welcome and embraced.
While my time there was brief it changed me, creating a man from the boy I was. Sparking my imagination to the potential I still strive to become. Shaping my mind, my heart, and my soul. In ways I’m still working to understand.
But those dark waters still run through my mind. Even as I lay here far from the source. Still that time and those hearts are never far from my memory. Connecting me to where our love begin.