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.
If you must go, then go for a while
Remember that the first step is a hard traveled mile.
Last night at dinner we had some fish,
and though I tried, I did not finish.
My m
There Is Always Hope In Friendship
It was a day in the life
Full of sadness and strife.
You never thought you'd make
I'd give all I have to stay yours,
for you are everything I adore.
You open up th
Life's brevity, so bittersweet,
depends upon just one heartbeat.
Brief as dusk an
I see you in my thoughts and dreams.
When I awake, how real it seems.
You aren't
This passionate morning
I wake up with
Your feminine body
With your seduc
When I Die I Want Your Hands On My Eyes
When I die I want your hands on my eyes:
I want the light and the wheat of your beloved h
How can I let go of you, the one who holds my heart,
We loved being together, now we cry
She has a special way
Of turning around my terrible day.
She makes all the bad th
