Where the desert met the seaI met sweet AmelieIn my imagination.
Those bare pages that torment the sober soul,dull missives devoid of inspired musing.In distress, I surrender…
the arcane, archaic lack lustre tonesthe moans completing on my breathborne out to times ending in…
(I didn’t intent to go on for this long,but once I got started, it flowed out in song.
It’s remarkably easy…