Gentle On My Mind

Gentle on My Mind You play along the edges, of every memory worth having. You have been there since, I care to look back. I was stupid, fearful, distrustful, and dangerous. You… ever were patient, kind, and slow to anger, walking a measured gait. Cowboy, You speak in a voice, that melts my heart. but your real words, more often are unvoiced, but always felt, tangibly… changing the fixed temperament left behind, in the wake of users, defilers of dreams. You make me look up at the stars. You make me find new paths… You are a cold drink, to my parched journey. Now I no longer… walk alone.