I’m harkening back to that glorious day
When I first felt the pull of the scene.
On the gallery wall, I unlatched a door
Setting something inside of me free
Can you recall that wondrous day when
The magic first fell on your ears?
The record’s slow turn, the joy in its throw
Like a rainbow that follows on tears
Let’s try and relive that pivotal day
When we first learned to follow the thread
On pages that flowed like an old river’s roll
Hoping it never would end
Great Exudations 