Sitting in my Inn room tonight, so very tried after the hunts, but its a satisfied tired. My mind has turned to song again, I can feel my voice returning again. Its been weeks since I sang, since I felt my heart could give voice to the words I know. I worked again on my new compositions, adapting old songs to this new land I find myself in. So what has changed?
I have found the quiet I needed, I found the fire and the passion that I lost, if only in small measures. But to me they are the greatest ardor, such small flames are like stars to one who's flame has dimmed to almost nothing. Nothing is worthless, not matter how simple, how small, how short lived.Â
How far I have come, from the blazing bright, can I remember her clearly, the woman I was? Can I temper it with the woman I am now, experienced and maybe even a little wise?
I have found the quiet I needed, I found the fire and the passion that I lost, if only in small measures. But to me they are the greatest ardor, such small flames are like stars to one who's flame has dimmed to almost nothing. Nothing is worthless, not matter how simple, how small, how short lived.Â
How far I have come, from the blazing bright, can I remember her clearly, the woman I was? Can I temper it with the woman I am now, experienced and maybe even a little wise?
