Murmurs of a Dying Heart

The land of Me is beautiful - there is so much to see
He awakens there one day and begins to wander free
He takes in the landscape, noting the valleys and the hills
He simply can’t imagine how he could ever get his fill

Not wanting to waste time merely gazing at the scene
He must figure out who will be the first he’ll see
He decides to see Miss Calf- she is sweet - if fidgety
She is almost - but not quite - as ticklish as Miss Knee
He greets ...

A touch of skin soft and slippery,
With the hint of hint of sweat.
We fought our resistance beneath the cool sheets,
As the wind flowed from the window above us.
Eyes met briefly and begged for the chance,
To abandon all of our uncertainties.
You began your work on my lips,
Probing gently as if drawing ***,
From a deep well of longing and need.
Then heated tongues met in the midst,
Of hot and quickening breath.
And greedily we drank ...

(just singing a song )


Don't look so sad
I know it's over
But life goes on
And this old world
Will keep on turning
Let's just be glad
We had some time to spend together
There's no need to watch the bridges
That we're burning

Lay your head,
Upon my pillow
Hold your warm and tender body
Close to mine
Hear the whisper of the raindrops
Blowing soft, against the window
And make believe ...

Dearest,

There's always an end for all beginnings. This one's we've got has almost come to an end. I can see the end of the road now and there's no turning back.

It was a sweet walk, short but sweet.This is where we end, this is how we part. Your road's not going to be my road anymore.

It's time to take a new road where new beginnings begin.No one knows for sure how this road ends.Only this heart in me knows that this road we once had will always be carved

...

how much do i love you?
i have a pretty guess that you know
how much do you love me?
beyond measure, beyond the sea
talk about leaving, coming home to stay
early devastation, winter here before it comes
wounds been cut, a heart bleeds
my heart, my wounds, agony a starting
sunsets will never be ever as inspired
majestic tapestry in the skies
red, yellow, hues of orange yonder
perhaps a thin haze of verdant strip
a heavenly reminder ...