years have gone by still your scent lingers Even now I feel you in the space between my fingers … your voice is the hint of a whisper softer than the gentlest breeze your touch is that of a phantom that brings me to my knees … the memories that I keep locked away, inside … More Phantoms
My 7 and 4 year old sons sometimes say the most profound and insightful things to me. As they lay sleeping I can’t help but to reflect on the innocent yet deeply piercing words. Like tonight as we were cooking dinner, cutting vegetables and sauteing them.
If my love is what you’re seeking You know just where I’ll be On a mountain top at sunrise To the West you can always find me
If genies were a thing And wishes did come true I would use all three Just for a chance to talk to you
Our hearts are broken and aching The early morning hours stole you away Taken from us without warning Before the break of day And we’ll cry for you …