On a guitar of time, he played pleasant tunes,
the rhymes of his life were sung by the moon.
Always keep moving, he never looked behind,
stepped to the beat tunes played in his mind.
Many wise words he sang, so lovely the sound,
composed with chords that kept peace around.
I sometimes get visions and with them shivers,
as I think of the legend that traveled this river.
I wish it were true, that he wrote such a song,
when the world heard it, we'd all sing along.
I was given a smile the other day
From someone who passed me on their way.
I wasn
I light a torch and hold it high
It shines so bright it lights the sky
You see th
You're the one for me
'cause you were made just for me.
Now I'm standing in front
The time will come
when, with elation,
you will greet yourself arriving
a
My love for you is like the raging sea,
So powerful and deep it will forever be.
Hope Is The Thing With Feathers
"Hope" is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune
Leaves crackle and crunch beneath my feet
as l inhale the air that smells so sweet
<Do you remember, when we were young, those promises we made?
The promise to be there for
As I lay here in the dark by your side,
You bring me great love, and I feel great pride.<
You are my love, my life, and my queen.
You possess all the love, care, and hope that I w
