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, May 9, 2010
Every time you go away,
it's like losing you all over again.
If my heart but a puzzle than the pieces are in disarray
and I am certain I can replace the ones that have blown away.