The moon never beams without bringing me dreams, and then come those seconds of distants run

Run, sing, listen, write
Today if not tonight .......





......................, write and sing and listen to familiar sights, roads, mountains, iron horses, crisp air, blue sky and music in my ear. Filling the unforgiving minute with six miles worth of distance run. The Ipod and it's contents. Still believing in forever. Saturdays are better with blue sky and time for lunch with special ones. Even so many are missed and are far away West to the Wasatch and on to Fresno..............................
, and then the playlist which also contains some poems. They add a lot on the "distant run"
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Honky Tonk Woman...........The Rolling Stones
The Best ............Tina Turner
I can't stand the Rain..........Tina Turner
Lady Soul
On the Evening Train.........Johnny Cash
Remember When...........Allan Jackson
Proud Mary
Memories are made of this
Poem: Annabel Lee
Poem: How do I love Thee, Elizabeth Brownings 18th Sonnet
Poem: Do not go gently into the night, Dylan Thomas
I like that old time Rock n Roll
Memories are made of this
Amazing Grace.......George Jones
Light of Albuquerque .........Jim Glaser
I Walk the Line................Joaquin Phoenix
Imagine............John Lenon
If You Could Read My Mind.........Johnny Cash
You Sant to Me ...........Marc Anthony
I Will Always Love You .........Melissa Etheridge
Wildwood Flower ..............Reese Witherspoon
Out of Touch.........Rolling Stones
Cry to Me..........Rolling Stones
Emotional Rescue .............Rolling Stones
Angel ...................Sarah McLachlan
Cry to Me..........Solomon Burke
Lady Soul..........Temptations
Unchained Melody
Memories are made of this
This is Us
Jubilee
Look at Us
These arms of mine
Look at Us
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Annabel Lee

It was many and many a year ago,

In a kingdom by the sea,

That a maiden there lived whom you may know

By the name of ANNABEL LEE;

And this maiden she lived with no other thought

Than to love and be loved by me.

I was a child and she was a child,

In this kingdom by the sea;

But we loved with a love that was more than love-I and my Annabel Lee;

With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven

Coveted her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ago,

In this kingdom by the sea,

A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling

My beautiful Annabel Lee;

So that her highborn kinsman came

And bore her away from me,

To shut her up in a sepulchre

In this kingdom by the sea.

The angels, not half so happy in heaven,

Went envying her and me-Yes!- that was the reason

(as all men know,In this kingdom by the sea)

That the wind came out of the cloud by night,

Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

But our love it was stronger by far than the love

Of those who were older than we

-Of many far wiser than we-

And neither the angels in heaven above,

Nor the demons down under the sea,

Can ever dissever my soul from the soul

Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.

For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams

Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;

And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes

Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;

And so, all the night-tide,

I lie down by the side

Of my darling- my darling

- my life and my bride,

In the sepulchre there by the sea,

In her tomb by the sounding sea.

Edgar Allan Poe