Too late

When I told you that I loved you It was without conscious thought Now we must live with the heart break Those three little words brought

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