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.
Time doesn’t heal wounds
to make you forget.
It doesn’
Go With Grace
Each morning of this month
When you rise upon your bed,
May it be with renewed grace
To face the
Laid my head upon your chest
Your arms encircled me,
It was, My Love, as if we we
Do you remember, when we were young, those promises we made?
The promise to be there for
I love your eyes and your soft sighs.
I love your inner beauty, too.
I love the w
I'm no longer whole
And sadly neither is he
We've been locked out by pain
This passionate morning
I wake up with
Your feminine body
With your seduc
Opposites
I say yes and you say no
I say bye and you say hello
Butterfly'
To feel that sense of comfort
That you felt in times gone by.
To hug someone with
my sleeping angel
I opened my eyes and saw an angel
I took his hand and he lead m
