Destination and reply sought here soon please. By james a. galgano So, when all words come to rest upon your beaded brow. You could almost here the crows crying who is the person, anyhow. He looks nothing like a human has no features one could see or keep intact. It looks more like he is dying or waiting for a reply from which he will never read or come back. One could look back or recollect was this someone I knew or maybe he is just a fool searching in time.