Comments about Carl Balis
And in the yellow and green of my days
I was bound by a black and blue haze.
Like a shadow in a swirling dance,
Wrapped in the rhyme of some mysterious trance.
A ghostly glow from a lost ancient time
Stalked my soul and conquered my mind. Crystal canyon, etched deep into the heart of the earth
As a cathedral's spire rises high toward the heavens.
The depth of magnificence, the pinnacle of beauty.
But the willowy breeze stirs the rustling leaves
Who seem to subtly send me a warning
With voices that say heed the errors in your way,