Midnights passed, 6 A.M. rolls in. On the beach I stand watching the waves rush in. As i walk along the waters edge, off in the horizon a breath-takin..
As beautiful as the setting sun,as the stars and moon have crossed as one,be it brilliant rays or the monsoons song,shall it only be loved as we trave..
Time drifts through this space, to each different moon and place.Blindly we continue this race, only to try and find what we chase.Though it still rem..