i want to drive with you into the night sky towards the pink nebula made for you and i the stars whisper secrets about your hand in mine caressing away worries i used to invite i smile at your adventurous heart open to going into the unknown with creatures serenading our journey that’s far from… Continue reading I Want To Drive With You
Sky god, quiet as a cloud, rolling across my imagination in billowy shapes of joy. He whispers telepathically that a torrential downpour of change is on the horizon. Obatala, forever my muse, encourages me to sing songs that make flowers bloom. *** Please consider making a donation to support this website. Thank you!