Heather is blessed with a voice that has flight.
A voice that dreams,
and gives birth to itself as songs.
You will remember your softer sides.
You will tingle,
you will tremble
you will cry tears that grow from some unknown ocean.
You will writhe with the unfamiliar beauty-
You will ask,
'How is it possible?
such tenderness, caressing my ears,
in this cold cold world?
'How can it be?'
If you are lucky enough to hear her sing, to catch her honesty as it drifts from her wing,
For you will never be the same again.
The Sun Ra Dancers
Sunny Days, Rainy DAys
Ocean, Sky, Mountains, Earth