I’m waiting for the words. The ancient thoughts. Where I return. Go back to hear the quotes. The people that I knew. Recall the days. Recall the long lost seasons. Hidden ways. Resurface. Be they living? Be they dead? Recall the vast expressions that they said. How long? Since I once saw them with my eyes? I silently remember. I’ve grown wise. Where are they now? These visions in my head? Seem ever near. As I lay on my bed. A vast array of memory parlays. Into an endless prophecy. I gaze. From where I measure. Endlessly. The thoughts. The endless series. Words. I hear the quotes….. Roger Houston
October 22nd, 2016, Adullam …..