Songs of my salad years

By Bryan Sanctuary October 1967 Have you felt the softness,    And touched it with your lips? Have you seen the blackness,  Slip through your fingertips? Have you seen the morning dew    In the corner of a flower? And have you felt a filling warmth    In any special […]

  ByBryan Sanctuary 1967 Sometimes the days are carefree      When springtime fills the air,And time stands still in blue and green      While dappled shades dance everywhereTo liven up the scene. Silent boats slip slowly by      Across the hazy blue,As yellow sand wash softly flat      And clear away the clueWhere two young people […]