“If I had a flower for every time I thought of you…I could walk through my garden forever.” ― Alfred Tennyson
This morning I have no artful words, not that my words are ever so artful. I have only the peaceful sunrise filled with the sounds of summer and my thoughts of you.
‘TWould be a soft night if you were here Whispers carried on the summers breeze Love robed in the light of the moon. ‘TWould be a soft night if you were here, Words spoken in tender glance Warmth shared in sweet embrace.
Last night you were here with me, when I awakened from some long unwelcome slumber. I felt you near, saw your face and heard the soft sound of your voice. You never left, not really. You were just swept to some quiet place as I slumbered, appearing with brief moments of consciousness when I needed […]
Come to me in my dreams, and then By day I shall be well again. For then the night will more than pay The hopeless longing of the day. Come, as thou cam’st a thousand times, A messenger from radiant climes, And smile on thy new world, and be As kind to others as to […]
Snow falls softly a whisper in the night it sparkles silver and white like a blanket of jewels covering the earth. So are words, soft whispers Sparkling in the night blanketing you with love. These words are not enough, never enough to express what resides in my heart. My love is always through days and […]