He played the melody Advertisements
“Faith is the bird that feels the light when the dawn is still dark.” – Rabindranath Tagore I took a stroll round the lake one lovely summer’s eve lost in thoughts of heartbreak and why you chose to leave
“Ravens are the birds I’ll miss most when I die. If only the darkness into which we must look were composed of the black light of their limber intelligence. If only we did not have to die at all. Instead, become ravens.” ― Louise…
In my sleep I whimper as you whisper my name calling me to come hither in the shushing haze while the hypnotic pitter patter of the morning rain plinks upon the piano keys of my ragged pain
“Time travel offends our sense of cause and effect – but maybe the universe doesn’t insist on cause and effect.”– Edward M. Lerner Although our lips have never kissed, I sense their sweet essence bathed in the effervescent atmosphere of the clouded mist
“You’ve got the sun, you’ve got the moon, and you’ve got the Rolling Stones. “-Keith Richards What if the moon slipped from the night and fell into your arms would you embrace its loveliness and bask in its beautiful charms?
I thought I was fearful until that fateful day when courage burst forth with a roar to save a beautiful brave little dog, who loves so much he’d die went up against an enemy half his age and thrice his weight to protect me…
Together we were a thousand tears falling in the starry universe tempting sweet flowers to bloom, and songbirds to croon
If I gathered each dewdrop glistening on the rose put them to music and with my pen compose a symphony of our souls, a song that holds the key would you stay forever and listen to the notes as we solve the mystery…
And when she arises from her watery grave, in a smoky swirl above the calm frigid lake she walks with him along a familiar trodden path, feeling his heavy sadness and hot bitter wrath for being forsaken.
Upon his lips, kissed essence of robust black coffee lingers on her tongue in harmony, mingling with the wine’s lavender syrah eyes closed, yearning for another taste of him.
” I thought years ago that old Heraclitus was wrong. You can’t step into the same river even once.”– Jim Harrison You can’t step into the same river even once for the water is forever changing, re-arranging, adapting.