In this house, in these rooms, there’s so much of you A wooden bottle you once honed, with a note inside for me Advertisements
Charm is cast spellbound, he bedeviling-
Why, my lady art thou blue are barren lips longing for stolen kisses?
Stars tremble in lustrous waters on a radiant moonlit night capturing the quaking essence of my soul’s divisive plight.
Oh, beloved please abide within my arms you are safe and secure so lie, within my arms. Come ride the turbulent wind inside of me throw caution aside and be, within my arms.
-By Linda Lee Lyberg That which quenches A parched thirst Desolate hunger Lonely wanting An aching yearning
I’m still here listening to the music of