The Moon and the Earth played a tune, why the shadow’s dance and the theme of the day do you recall, was the calling from the bay. the army men cleaned there gun’s and the banker read the paper, and the kids down the block went to school on the dark cold morning’s drive to work and what ever, the sun it was rise when he came in and told of the story that night, as I cooked up a storm, for the after noon’s delight. so called voices that come and go. leads me to believe there is a higher force that drives us all at time’s a channel in witch to serve. a pillmerage in my mind.