It would be you

If I could choose Just one last voice to hear It would be yours And then sound could disappear … If I could pick The last sight my eyes would see It would be of you Looking back at me

Nature

A star encrusted sky paints the pictures In a story that only the moon knows Of heroes of old and their legends Of lovers and all of their woes

Seattle

The air is so fresh here, so far away from anything familiar. I have no past here, no memories. The people are all strangers and the mountains are all new to me. Every mile is a new adventure, a new sentence in my story. My heart is in Texas, but my soul breathes so freely … More Seattle

My Sons

One of these days, my sons I’ll have to let your hands go When you’ve grown strong and wise And I’ve imparted all that I know … You’ll be amazing men, my sons Greater than all who came before With hearts of flowing liquid fire A faith that stems down from your core … My … More My Sons