William Garza
Veteran Member
- Time of past OR future Camino
- Camino Frances, The Jakobsweg
And if the Moon is a cup filled with Camino dreams by the wee drams and drivels and dregs
From meticulous kept fine old kegs and if they were given legs what tales would they tell
Over hill and dell and Dale
Twixt valley low and cloud wreathed hight
Cordon blue or menu de Dia.
The Cup on high over head..the stars!the beads of sweat on an infinite glass...
The passage of lives the droplets combine for so little time.. leaving the trails in the mind and spinning hands of time.
34 days..a sleep and right on time...to wake up again in Santiago and face the light of day.
Waking up to such sweet sorrows..hanging heads when home tomorrow
Gaze up in the nite and the moon once again fills with dreams
Fine vintage from silver kegs...
From meticulous kept fine old kegs and if they were given legs what tales would they tell
Over hill and dell and Dale
Twixt valley low and cloud wreathed hight
Cordon blue or menu de Dia.
The Cup on high over head..the stars!the beads of sweat on an infinite glass...
The passage of lives the droplets combine for so little time.. leaving the trails in the mind and spinning hands of time.
34 days..a sleep and right on time...to wake up again in Santiago and face the light of day.
Waking up to such sweet sorrows..hanging heads when home tomorrow
Gaze up in the nite and the moon once again fills with dreams
Fine vintage from silver kegs...
