Traces

Silence is the noise I hear from the world that speaks my name, Infusing my head with a promise of nothing. The meaningless now resonates and reverberates, Flooding through the sleeper's veins, I...

(J.J. Cale) Traces of loving a life I remember Already grown by December By spring it was gone Traces of people and things, and places So much a part of my life Where did it go Time has brought some...