I want to walk back into the dream,
hold your hand and hear my heart sing.
Feel the wind to suddenly to my cheek
as I dance to the sweetest memories.
The dream took me by surprise
surreal it played with my mind.
I could feel you next to me
and hear your voice softly.
The tears took a hold of me,
and I could sense what was to be.
From the moment I awoke,
confused my heart still broke.
Vivid the images remain
and the feelings are the same,
I close my eyes once more
as my heart hopes for more.
This is quite the journey
and shorter ever day,
even in our passing
another page is gained.
Rivers through the mountains,
clouds that turned to gray,
a reminder that all circles
in this lifetime of a game.
My grandmother taught me the survival skills for life. Stay strong, don't break, keep going, smile, believe in all you do, gardening is life, finish what you start and that every hello sooner or later has a goodbye attached. I think most people who cross our path bring something to the table, maybe some more than others. But my father would have disagreed with the Goodbye ...he always ended with I'll be seeing ya.
It's just another day,
in the seasons of our life,
passing in away
that seems to take out the light.
Feelings are mixed
confused some might say,
but it took a lifetime
to feel this way.
~
Whispers of life
short as they may be,
tell the story
for another day.
Weep not
though skies are gray,
as tomorrow brings
hope our way.
~
