With Thanks To Don Henley

with thanks to Don Henley... ...an echo of her laugh whispers past a simple joy, a gentle breeze of quiet reflection that can never last the fleeting innocence once drifting along then disappearing into the notes of that Don Henley song the end, he sang, of the innocence once felt of days and of nights of serene peace gone forever now, for into the night's void everything must eventually melt though the memories and the thoughts and the echoes of her whispers settled this gypsy heart, putting it at ease but that's all long gone now even though the echoes of her whispers seem never to cease...