**Protected by the Wings of Angel… I call upon my angels to descend. To wrap you in their wings again. To heal the heart that feels broke… To hear the prayers that go unspok…

The search is coming to an end, yo… I first came to you, hoping for a… Promises were made, emotions were… Pulling the weight from both sides… “if it isn’t broke, then don’t try…

I heard your laughter. The laughter of a deceptive dramat… I heard your smirks as though your… were hidden within and the mask th… was waiting to grab hold my soul.

One foot Behind the other, for a moment I forget about the differences, assumptions and pretenses, for just one breath, a feeling comes alive inside of me, In a single glance I’m shown ...

I sit in the same spot, seems much… thoroughly enjoying my morning cof… the day might bring. Fully admiring the birds, as they… they sing.

The chair where Opal sat, catty corner to her television set, in front of where her bed was positioned at. with her favorite Shaw thrown clumsily over the back . The Chair was where s...

Tonight I want to dance, the way… Tonight, I want to quench this th… dream of you while awake and aslee… but there is something that pulls… much like an under the breath affa…

The sweet nothings that should, could, would be, Whisper to me the ideas that come with every swift turn of the breeze, Whisper to me how our life togather will make the love betwee...

Synchronize the past with your pre… Put all of your ducks in a row, do… cross your T’s, mind your manners,… you’re welcome, excuse me, please. Wave hello, don’t ever say good-by…

Sometimes I swear I can hear you… Maybe it’s your absence in which d… Not that long ago I depended on y… and understanding. You were my on… Now, I sit here waiting, wonderin…

Calling the evil, Taming the kind, Waiting for the rain to fall, Hoping for the sun to shine, Walking in a path of no direction,

It’s the chance, the chance for something great, once the feeling hits your toes, it then travels in a rapid path, at an astonishing pace, up to your frontal lobe, a chance to better de...

I often go back ...Without reliving the past, traveling down an old Wooded path, where the tree-tops touch the sky... Forth coming, Skimming branches.. A whistle of memories . A connec...

We all climb the mountain of hope, We all make that choice to believe, no matter what the belief. We all want to drink from the fountain of youth and we all pray for a sign of truth. ...