“We are all of us wanderers, Chasing moonbeams, Our hearts full of wonder, Our souls drowsy with dreams.” — Ramblings of the Claury, Drowsy Dreams. “Tell me the story about how the sun loved the moon so much he died every night to let her breathe.” And I will tell you about the road and what I have seen, for I have been there living my dream.
I have looked afar, in every nick and crany, to find the words that are both restful to the heart and the soul. And each time I did, I had found comfort and peace upon the open road and the winds that blow toss You about. For inspiration is triggered by a specific moment, a memory or a feeling. And nothing else gives great joy than to hear the noise and the smell of the open road to You.
I have climbed many mountains high, and visited roads going by farms, with the harvest of wheat, and the toll of the land. Drove by many streams that were inviting and without care, gone swimming, while a gentle breeze hovered over me. Gone on from dusk to dawn, where nothing but clear roads left silence in the headlights at night.
Nothing is more precious that the precipice breeze as it billows to kiss the skin, eliminating the grounds outter edge, liberation from the cage that contains most human. Gliding on air, nothing in sight, The sweet smell of pine trees on a dewy morning, or a moon lit night casting down with a smile on the road ahead . Or of the shadows that trees cast on the ground, as You creep by and the loud sound echoing around. Or even the roar of the sea splashing upon the lonely shore, as sea gulls speak their airy sounds. You can never find this setting around.
No, on the road is where I leave my dreams, take on the sky and let out my wings. Flight takes hold and there are no bars bear. The rythm and vibrations setting on ones throne, I do dare. For no one knows this better than me. The open road bears no need to explain that feeling that sets You free. Cast out the fear, and let down Your hair, and set out to bear, the open road heals the scars and wounds of yesterday, today and yet tomorrow as well. No more sorrow, I wish to tame the many halls of my very own heart. There is no better way to explain, long dusty roads and late at night. Freedom to breathe and freedom to dream...Nothing else can set You so free...
Go out and set You own dream's, live Your life with no worries. Tuesday is almost over, I bid to You feel the dream...
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