tHe cOpper tOnes...

. . . for the copper tones of life go streaming by as we sit & watch the road less traveled take us to where we know not nor how it will turn out. it is on this road of silence that we see all those around us as if in a different state of mind, as one would view their old grandfather sitting in his rocker staring up into nowhere waiting for the last strains of the violinists sunset to make its way over the yonder hills & vanish for yet one more season of darkness.. this is the silence of a hundred years gone by..the stuff that makes you sit for hours & ponder nothing till you feel that you can no longer see the silver behind the clouds. it is this same silence that brings upon the dreams of a wayward dreamer. one who has lost their way in search of the missing link to their sheltered past. these are the days of dreamers whose hearts are so big that you would never see the end of it all. leaving behind those things that others hold dear; they take for granted & venture out on the journy that they have yearned for with the very depths of their bones. it is this life that goes on & on, this road that few who dare to see will eventually step out for..in search of the freedom of life. not the plain simple stagnet thing that you tend to stumble out of bed onto one day in late october. no this is the freedom that is searched for by the dreamer & sought after in the silence. it is this unmistakable freedom that you will find on one most unexpecting of days, when the air is stirring the thoughts of mystery onto your doorpost & you find yourself facinated with the smell on the air. it is a sweet fragrance after the harshness of your winter. it is the essence of change that will linger & be found & continually saught after. it is the unsespecting day of wanting more than you can see with your own two eyes, knowing not what lies ahead but what could be the potential that you will live on to see the newest eddition of the rising sun as it streatches forth to take charge & release forth a new dawn. it is this life , this freedom that can only be found in the eyes of a dreamer on the breath of silence...it is on those copper tones of life that hope is found . . . .