What if our days are better spent alonethan searching for that one partic’lar High?The searching, seeking, wandering from homethat leads us out of atmosphere to Sky,awaiting clouds? A perfect Rainbow roamsas far as eyes can see, to rectifythose years undone, so many songs unsung--Our search for Self already has been won.
Outrageously late for Kerry’s prompt: The Yeats Octave