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.
We knew love had no space.
No choice, but to force it into
tight space. We handle
I see a sea of faces,
many I have never met,
but yet I feel compassion for them.<
The Years have passed by,
In the blink of an eye,
Moments of sadness,
And
Shadows on the wall
Noises down the hall
Life doesn't frighten me at all
If ice cream could be grown on the treetop,
Tiny tummies would be liking it lots.
This is your time
to no longer be who you were,
to rise from the embers,
I loved her eyes, I loved her hair,
I loved her looks, I loved her stare.
I loved
That's not my age; it's just not true.
My heart is young; the time just flew.
As I lay here in the dark by your side,
You bring me great love, and I feel great pride.<
Her nature is the best.
Her smile has life.
Her eyes are full of love.
Sh
