Old Garden Wall

the old garden wall
you built next to the quince tree
still stands strong and tall

each brick speaks your name
each rock so carefully placed
brick and tree now one

whenever I feel
that my heart might break in half
your wall calls my name

Our Tapestry

together we wove
our lives in a tapestry
love laughter sorrow

meant to last always
our hearts linked each woven piece
only tears remain

Falling Leaves

leaves cold cold like tears
fall on autumns misty graves
broken hearts remain

left behind alone
waiting for the end of days
once more joined again

Woodstock In The Mud

oh the wet wet rain
still we rock deep into night
Woodstock the music

Beloved76: Bones

Beloved76: Bones: oh she said so evenly so without feeling those ashes are just bones it's not him you know it doesn't really matter wh...

Bones

oh she said so evenly
so without feeling
those ashes are just bones
it's not him you know
it doesn't really matter
where you might put them.
these bones, these cold bones


all that I have left of him
he that was my life.