Love and death: The days are flying by so quickly towards my demise I can hardly keep track of them. Love is so elusive and so hard to find while death is always here and not wanted to be found. It is the tale of two empties revolving around a shallow grave. There is a
The Mirror: They have come out of the shower and are standing facing the mirror. He is standing behind her with his arms wrapped around her. Their bodies seem to emit a glow that adds warmth to the room. Softly he whispers in her ears, his voice barely above a whisper. “If it were up
Trail of Dust: Following a trail of dust on the road of love. We can’t see that far ahead. We can’t see that far behind. There is a feeling of excitement and intrepidity as the road winds. We feel as though we have traveled this winding road before. Yet, each trip has its own uniqueness.
All The Way: It rained all the way, but it still was a beautiful day. The rain showers continued all night. Even so, there was a feeling of joy in my heart. It is up to me as to how I allow external forces cause me to feel. I can look beyond the wet slippery
I will be your pillow. Lay your head on my chest and don’t worry about a thing. Let those who want jump to every short-lived fad, but you know where your security stands. Your Pillow: The quickness of the sand will swallow the gullible. Yet, you stand firm on the pillow. It is not fleeting
