It is alright, you can come on in. Sit down here beside me and listen to the whisper, free as a butterfly battling the wind. We'll dip down into the hollow share the moments of the day, take off to the mountains with each season that comes into play. I'll share a few of the secrets from winter till the first of spring and collect a few more to share on rainy days when there is nothing else to do but dream.
Sunday, January 3, 2010
How many times can a heart be broken, is it possible to ever heal? When dreams are all but shattered and the inside is now revealed.
I weep for all that will never be...
Ten times a thousand daggers, oh heart! the pain in me,
to build a bridge that now collapses and abandons all my dreams.