Sunday, 19 February 2017

Toto - Africa

Mystic melodies from the foggy mists of high-school casette-tape-recorder-boom-boxes swirl through time and tide into today...

I hear the drums echoing tonight
But she hears only whispers of some quiet conversation
She's coming in, 12:30 flight
The moonlit wings reflect the stars that guide me towards salvation
I stopped an old man along the way
Hoping to find some long forgotten words or ancient melodies
He turned to me as if to say, "Hurry boy, it's waiting there for you"

1 comment:

  1. Thank you, Andy and Sheba. Celebrate such with joy and let it speak of change which can happen. Redemption does draw nearer, I truly believe.