I made this for you
Who have not nursed a child
Though mother to all
Who held up a torch
When I tripped in the dark
You guided my way
You were born for this
To pick up the broken parts
Make them whole again
Your little bundle
Is wrapped in those of us
Whose lives cross your path
For the love of a mother
Can be in one woman to another
( A special dedication to special women in my life on mother’s day)
She knew exactly what he meant when he said that he felt grounded.
It was that sense of escape from the daily grind, from the onslaught of the noise in your head and the responsibilities that handcuffed you in claustrophobic spaces.
After all this time, like the little town, she was still his refuge, the one he thought of when he had thoughts to spare. She alone understood his unspoken words.
They were her words too.
Though miles apart, she felt his longing.
She understood how to make him smile again.
That little town, stood as proxy for her heart.
Lately, he had felt a growing restlessness, plagued by memories best left in tissue wrap in that special corner of his mind, that place of solace when the music ended, colluding with his empty whiskey glass.
So it surprised him to feel a sense of tranquility as he drove into the little town, nestled against the mountain with its neat tree lined streets.
Suddenly, there she was, stepping out of the shadows – a figment of his imagination?
He had to share this moment with her, make her see what he saw.
She responded to his message immediately with: “I know!”
All detours I took
Through beautiful scenery
Led me back to you
A mirrored reflection caught my eye
A black and white picture of you and I
Behind the reflection, rose colored walls
Sounds of love songs echoing down halls
Through the tracks of needles and tapes
Spun out of swelling love and heartbreaks
Time swirled around and streamed through
A broken part of me to a broken part of you
Shared memories linger in that ideal frame
A sequenced montage that calls out my name
As I gaze closely at the photograph once again
I glimpse the anticipation we could not contain
When our favorite song invited us to dance
We seemed to have been captured in a trance
The image keeps us locked in eternal embrace
What happened next, there is no sign or trace
That appears to be the way of sweet dreams
Where the magic is not as perfect as it seems
But as I lay my weary head and return to sleep
I rewind our love song that still makes me weep
It’s over now
The sluice gates were opened wide
Filling the river with tears that I cried
You hovered for a while
Not wanting to leave me like this
So you turned and gave me a final kiss
Still you keep coming back
In my thoughts, and into my dreams
Your face, reflected in the sun beams
Though it’s over now
There’s a special place for you in my heart
Even though we’ll now and forever be apart
The music will still linger on
It is the language of our souls
It permeates far beyond our controls
I’m so glad that I had this dance with you.
It cuddles me in the midnight hour
Opening me up like a blossoming flower
Wrapping me in the afterglow of that feeling
When the rapture of an orchestra hits the ceiling
Like gently cupped whispers filling my ear
To fall in love again, let go, run wild my dear
Don’t think about tomorrow, today is right here
As the music plays, feel my warm breath so near
It reaches deep within, moving mysteriously inside
The strange feeling of love that I just cannot hide
It takes me back to another season in time
It directs me to fill this page with my rhyme
It’s taken over my body and soul
Before I know it, I’ve lost all control
Could It be that I’ve just lost possession of my mind?
Or is this the love song that took so many years to find?
I may not understand this strange feeling that I get
But I know that this emotion hasn’t left me quite yet
In a dream you came to me
whispering that word
the resonance that found us
when it was just you and I
The word that bound us
across oceans and sky
in that place where you waited
time ticking, endlessly
Until I opened my window
saw your footprints in the sand
the smile you’d left me to find
with that word that belongs to you
The dream still lingers in my wake
in the last message you crafted
contrasting the shadow and light
cupid’s arrow, threw my heart
I’m hoping to see beyond my tears
when love brings you back to me.
It’s all in that word that means: the
same thing is happening to you and me.