~Between~

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A special world for you and me
A special bond one cannot see
It wraps us up in its cocoon
And holds us fiercely in its womb.

Its fingers spread like fine spun gold
Gently nestling us to the fold
Like silken thread it holds us fast
Bonds like this are meant to last.

And though at times a thread may break
A new one forms in its wake
To bind us closer and keep us strong
In a special world, where we belong.

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What if ?

What if we were in the same boat
Rolling on a green sea
Listening to the water
No ordered future, no sorted old, wet memories?

And what if time was not the issue
And we could just go on for days and days and days,
Never need for, never miss you,
Give you nothing more than a smile on your face?

What if I had ten good reasons
To love you and to leave you, darlin’
Better than the you you were before?
What if we were in the same boat
Only to keep on moving on?

What if we had ten different reasons
To love upon and leave each other
Separate to head on for the shore?

What if we were in the same boat
Only to keep moving on?
Moving on…

Seems like I’ve been on this trip so long, ittle splashes all I see.
Ten more lovers to the wind and once again I’m left with me.
Seems that as my time draws nearer,
I look into that mirror at a face that’s had it’s fun
And kept moving on…

Always moving on…
With no one.

But what if we were in the same boat
Rolling to the same beat
Listening to each other
No eyes for another
No need to ever look away?

And what if we could stay together
And simply move on day after day after day
Sun and stormy weather
You and I together
Moving on always?

Sun and stormy weather
You and I together
Moving on always

Side by side together
You and I forever
Moving on always…

Always.  

Give “ME” some sunshine

Fly Dance

"Love made lovers create such magic,
Hearts provide the joyful house,
Songs and words come each day,
Within hearts and eyes that smile :)

But winds come bitter with time,
And apart the lovers seek new roads,
Unconditional poems of love given,
Were selfishly obtained and marred

January greedily stole lover’s soul,
Sweet songs turned bitter in taste,
Poems must not cry for songs of sorrow,
For endings come with a better tomorrow..."