you were the song...

"if we could have but just one hour to feel love's touch, to play, to flow'r, there would this child find peace in now. oh, how my yearning heart would bow in humble gratefulness, sublime, what jo..."

"Dear Brightshining Star ~ The evening's blessing thee wished upon this little child did make of last night's gentling hours one beckoning lullay 'round a summer's eve cresting the beauty of any that..."

"and will thee speak... for angels wait in keeping as this heart doth quake... such words leave sorrow inside out for all to see; for none to doubt will thee then cease this silent pall this black,..."

"... and there i splay, wide open to daystar's rays breathing heat into this mount's bare, ancient face... lost to the gods; far removed, all thought of man... my back sucking warmth from granite's ma..."

"Gifts I want to know more than the meaning of my gifts. I want to know why I offer them. Knowing they will be loved, appreciated or acknowledged; Fearing they will be used, abused or neglected; Is it..."

"of strumming seas in chords of waves... i'll write a song for thee one day while resting in her pleasures a slow and gentle sail away of dreamseas shining treasures a soothing, softly quiet lay ne..."