I would like to thank Larry "The Navigator" Williams for mentoring me back to the "eye of the hurricane" where music and life intertwine in creative harmony.


Lost and unsure I blindly followed the river that snaked thru ancient oak groves
The one the navigator carefully pointed out long ago
Until I found solitude near a fern grotto.
There birds sang to the shimmering sun above,
As fresh springs flowed from the Earth below
By the springs I found a guitar
Made from oak and cedar, inlayed in fine cameos
And carved on the headstock were the letters H O M E
As I plucked it's deepest string
I awoke as if from a dream
And remembered my name
And how I came thru
The longing and pain
Back to the eye of the hurricane.

SG