Steppin Back - Recollections

Steppin Back in Time  10 pages in legth

          Nass' ia' 

              Alluring trances breathe into the night

              Awakening sunrise of the dawn

              Streets aligned - immaculate beauty

              Radiance, style, of intellectual class

              Nass' ia the town forgotten in time

              Venture begins, in knowing

              Enjoy your stay here...

          Steppin Back - Recollections

              Steppin' back in time

              Remembering days of old 

              Time of fancy, intimate perfection 

              History once knew of this time and place

              Once forgotten, hidden in shadow

              Steam power, hands of a clock, gears now turn

              Darkned night, days of light

              Shine, breathe, breathe from within the depths 

              Reach out, grasp hold - dream

              Recall, remember - a time from the past

              Silhouette, perfect radiance

              Stones aligned in a row

              Strings echo, depths if the night 'woken'

              Electrified, strings bound, it's dancing time

              Hear the beat, move your feet - dance

              Whispering breathe

              I hear your spoken words

              Recall this distant memory, for it be 'stills my heart

              I do recall this time, in which you speak of;

              Whispering tears, falling droplets

              Whispering hue, mists uncover what was to be

              Steampower, hands of a clock - gears now turn

          Melodic Elegance of Pristine Memory 

              Recalling a distant memory

              Whispering sounds of melodic tune

               A time - place of which once was

               Tincture, pristine of pure elegance

               Pristine memories - past recollections of old

               Colored glass, unique of abstract - distinctive hue

               Fantasy life - alternative world with a world

                Quaint - true intellectual beauty 

                Whisky - straight draught, not for the faint of heart

                Clocks hands stop to recall this memory

                Buckle up, steam pipes ' bout to burst!

                Whispering sounds of melodic tune

                A time - place of which once was

                Recalling a distant memory