December 12, 2013
November 26, 2013
Sweet And Heady
Lilac wine is sweet and heady, where's my love?
Lilac wine, I feel unsteady, where's my love?
Listen to me, why is everything so hazy?
Isn't that she, or am I just going crazy, dear?
Lilac wine, I feel unsteady, where's my love?
Listen to me, why is everything so hazy?
Isn't that she, or am I just going crazy, dear?
November 17, 2013
November 3, 2013
This Quiet Place In My Heart
mornings, evenings, days that hurried past
dreams that should have lasted
moments, hours
slipping by as we
told each other secrets
somehow I'll never let go of the memories
something always seems to remind me
of how it was, of what it was
when it was, all there was
laughter, love songs, footsteps that I hear
make me think you're near me
poems, pictures, letters never mailed
boats that never sailed
remember that even though we can't be together
we're more for having loved one another
we shared the sky, we learned to fly
someday when someone else's arms are around us
when time has put some distance between us
the years will kindly show
how memories come and go
they ebb and flow like the tides
there are quiet places in my heart
ever since we've parted
gentle, tender
traces of a song
places that belong to you
dreams that should have lasted
moments, hours
slipping by as we
told each other secrets
somehow I'll never let go of the memories
something always seems to remind me
of how it was, of what it was
when it was, all there was
laughter, love songs, footsteps that I hear
make me think you're near me
poems, pictures, letters never mailed
boats that never sailed
remember that even though we can't be together
we're more for having loved one another
we shared the sky, we learned to fly
someday when someone else's arms are around us
when time has put some distance between us
the years will kindly show
how memories come and go
they ebb and flow like the tides
there are quiet places in my heart
ever since we've parted
gentle, tender
traces of a song
places that belong to you
October 17, 2013
October 14, 2013
October 13, 2013
Card Game
What fascinates me in the card game, is not the figures,
but those little people traveling around our hands. :)
linking to images & words
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