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.
Praise the spells and bless the charms,
I found April in my arms.
April golden, A
I told you I loved you.
You didn't hesitate to say it back.
You held me in your a
Leaves crackle and crunch beneath my feet
as l inhale the air that smells so sweet
<Shall we take Fall together,
go sifting through the fallen leaves
and gaze upon t
Since all my steps are audience of my past,
a past damasked by relevant joys, pain, growt
When into sorrow, my poor soul sinks
When a sound of despair in my heart rings
I'
Life's brevity, so bittersweet,
depends upon just one heartbeat.
Brief as dusk an
It's done and it's over
I'm through with misery
No more sadness
No more y
It's the touch that gives you comfort.
It's the touch that makes you feel.
It's s
Oh, dear,
Oh, my gosh,
I hope that no one saw,
I wish that I could laugh,
