Philip

Stained glass castle with teakwood walls fingers heating up the keys sent soulful down the halls Leather bound book of Paris from 1928 maps of streets which know your feet which your return do wait Scent of Monaco on your sweater sand from it's beach in your shoes You're no longer called a traveler by these cities you chose to peruse Home is transient sunshine through the window at the end of the hall Love is the way you respond to your friends when at their wit's end they do call We hope wherever you are you carry our names as we part We value your wisdom and count on your friendship we wear your tattoo on our hearts.