SING ME A SONG

Sing me a song.

Write me a melody.

Stroke the keys.

Massage the ivories.

Raise your voice high

So I can hear your words.

Words of hope and loss.

Sing them loud and clear.

I close my eyes.

I can hear your words.

I see your fingers

Stroking the keys.

The words take flight.

They reverberate through time.

They leave your lips

To land on mine.

A sweet melody

To soothe my advancing years.

A pretty song

To fill my empty soul.

COME TO ME, MY SWEET LOVE  

COME TO ME, MY SWEET LOVE
Come to me, my sweet love.
From the heavens above.
I want to spend life with you.
One heart that will beat like two.
Come with me to our secret place.
I cannot wait to see your face.
Our love is honest and true.
Come to me...

 

COME TO ME, MY SWEET LOVE
Come to me, my sweet love.
From the heavens above.
I want to spend life with you.
One heart that will beat like two.

Come with me to our secret place.
I cannot wait to see your face.
Our love is honest and true.
Come to me from the dark blue.

 

ENJOY THE VIEW

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Source: speedingby

 

I need to clear the cobwebs,

clear the bad thoughts,

erase the worries.

 

Instead, I want to see a place

where birds chirp and play,

where mountains soar high.

 

I lift my face to the sun

to the beauty of life,

to the puffy white clouds.

 

Join me.

THE WOUNDED

 

 

THE WOUNDED

 

A blue sky can bring me to cheer.

Come inside, I am waiting here.

You can soften the load

of troubles, I am told.

Please brighten the cold, dreary day.

Take me to places far away.

Heal my wounded pride.

I need your fire at my side.