Sweetwind Sweetwind

Ridgerunners Sweetwind Sweetwind

The dirt roads ascend into a state of being crossed from one emotion to another in awareness of the surroundings enveloped with limits and ideas twisted with characters written from no where. Time leans toward a shadow left for an opposite side of a coin tossed away without the understanding that is shaped through a wrong turn. The sun sets in a pass between logic and reason. Hidden are the innocent intensions of a rider without a ride and a promise of a rainbow that never arced a dim hope for the few ready to be somewhere else. Follow the journey of many hills and curves and surprises of beauty and secrets sliding down a path of plenty. Remember the messages aimed for the ones who have a place to forget. Back up a thought buried along the rhymes taken from the will of a reader rapidly running amok. Searching for a smile seems to sooth a rough attempt to make the rest up ahead stop before the dead end opens. Enjoy enough space given to reach the best in us all and save a place for a special moment to reflect an experience no one ever had.