standing at the crossroad...
looking where the winds do blow...
was touched by the soul...
did not think but chose the road...
following the silver wind blow...
as the snow falls and touch the heart...
see it turn to silver drops and...

feel the heart drink the sweetest tears of stars...
and sense them turn to golden drink of love...
and see the day turn gold...
and then you know it's where you do belong...

John Carrie

"Are shadows like an opening hand....
Listened to the wind that calls my name...
Await your breath of spring again....
Control the secrets...
That I've yet to find...and wonder at...
The light of your shining smile..."

John Carrie